source sent me a butterfly
it flew so close
and landed on my outstretched hand
i watched it tasting my skin
knowing it was the salt from
my tears
it was black and blue, like my heart
but shimmered
making the colors magic
not like pain
it came three times and went four
was it for the comfort it gave
or did that delicate touch bring me
connection
remind me that the most delicious of connections are fleeting
i am supposed to be a big girl now
so evolved that i can just appreciate
the moments of have
and release the moments of have not
i am not
not yet
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