Sometimes I never think about you
but then there are times when I do.
You came and went
in a month of spring madness
like a butterfly
squandering it’s exotic life
in a colorful three day rush.
I do not want to be
a collector
of chloroformed wings.
Then I think about you,
and sometimes I do.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
Sometimes I never think about you
but then there are times when I do.
You came and went
in a month of spring madness
like a butterfly
squandering it’s exotic life
in a colorful three day rush.
I do not want to be
a collector
of chloroformed wings.
Then I think about you,
and sometimes I do.