Poetry · Writing

Catching Butterflies

It wasn’t my fault, nor my intentions

yet I stand here and I can’t imagine it different.

Faith- Destiny-Stars-

whatever you want to believe

I’ll stand here as long as we sing our songs

dance to these drums

hold you in my arms

chase time

curse the sun

bless the moon

and share those moments.

I’ll capture them with my camera

watch you through the mirror

heels high and shirt unbuttoned

window brings in the scent

of fresh bread from the bakery:

we’re going to be late.

A bench from afar

the same light; the years passed before

seemed like a lifetime ago

when we we’re catching butterflies.

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