Broken Butteryfly

A poem for my passed friend

“Broken Butterfly”

Normally I would drop you on the main beach                                                                                                                              And I would go to the back part, the woods, the tiny little islands                                                                                                And you would sun, and I would wander                                                                                                                                  And we would meet up at the end of the day.

But on this day, you said you wanted to come with me,                                                                                                          And I really didn’t want you to come,                                                                                                                                          I liked our routine of being apart but together, and meeting up                                                                                                    At the end of the day.

 

But I loved you and so, off we went,                                                                                                                                          To the islands and the woods.                                                                                                                                                And when the sun was setting,                                                                                                                                                    You came upon a broken butterfly.

You sat with it, for hours, awkwardly perched on your knee,                                                                                            Knowing it would never survive,                                                                                                                                                  And I waited, watching you watch each other,                                                                                                                    hoping it would end.

                                                                                                                                       

When the parking lot was going to close, I tried to urge you on… 

It took everything in me, to get you, to let it go, 

And now I realize, you seemed to know,                                                                                                                                      That you were that broken butterfly. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like where this took me...and how in the end the subject was that broken butterfly.
Why does it take us so long to realize?
We appreciate people the most just when we know we are losing them.
j.

[Amanda Reynolds]

Thank you so much for your review, yes looking back, I feel like I missed the real life foreshadowing and it took a few years for me to get it.

[emmajoygreen]

How beautifully sad. This touches heart and mind, Amanda - softly said but utterly sincere, visual and worthy, wonderful poetry.

[Amanda Reynolds]

Thank you so much for your review, especially the "softly said but utterly sincere" part...