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Trapping Butterflies
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Missing Him I trapped your memory
in a glass container
like a butterfly
so I could examine it
and admire the beauty
of its fleeting flickers.
I remembered how eyelashes
fluttered in twilight’s wake
and pain was but dew
coating the surface of love
and how the air always
smelled of joy and promise.
While I drank in those thoughts,
you escaped from the jar
flapping your wings wildly
and flying off into places unknown
because you hated being
bottled up and scrutinized.
I knew I had to let you go
because someone else would
remember the cocoon you once
had to pry yourself out of
while I only saw the wings of now
so I chased you in my dreams.
