Windy moments where you swallow the breeze
Quick, like diving,
Yesterdays ballooning inside you; the places
Oh, the places you went.
Gone, then, the cupcake shops and restaurants
Quick as shadows
Where footsteps speak memories of your space
Within crowds
Swallow the daylight, take it against this,
A prophylactic
That reminds you that places end, doors lock,
Glass gives back sky.
So, yeah...here is the butterfly pill poem.
-- Chrissa
Oh Chrissa, this is gorgeous! You have captured the lost moments and the feelings they evoke perfectly. I love the references to swallowing daylight and the breeze. We must take in the beauty that we can in these difficult times.
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