Sighs And Butterflies.
Sighs are but butterflies,
With no real purpose,
Or intention-
At least not enough
To mention.
Let the breeze blow,
No place in particular to go.
Just a thought,
Kind and soothing,
Of a sort.
We were in denial.
Sure of making love
And having fun.
Fight the rain,
Fly into the sun..
But truth became
A weapon.
And,
In the end,
Acceptance won.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)