We Were One

A poem about my bird

A butterfly perched

reminding me of my little bird.

A singer who sang

a vivace tune of friendship.

 

Her eyes told me

only of innocence.

The beauty of knowing nothing

but simple truths.

 

One day I sat down to write a story.

She beckoned me.

I took her out.

She longed for affection.

 

I saw one color

bright on her wings.

Red, like a sign,

“I’ll stay strong until you tell me to let go.

 

I tried to tell her how I loved her

as a mother tells her child.

But as I spoke

her eyes closed shut.

 

I would almost see her

refusing to leave my heart,

refusing to let go of the

previously possible, palpable future times together.

 

Her wings no longer

opened to flight.

But I knew that nothing

could separate us.

 

We were one.

Reviews

[Brad Nugent]

Beautiful poem. A heap of emotion in here. Word choice is very good. The unequal line lengths are not normally my thing in a poem, but I think they work here. Nice write. Well done!

[brenda]

sweet !!! this made me cry a tear this is super cute keep writing :)