The bucket got in the way,
Brushed it with a clumsy foot,
Over it went.
A whirlwind created.
Exploding flashing lights.
Several past love memories struggled out, somewhat bedraggled, slightly soggy.
Not a smile to be seen, but never begrudged.
The noise, it was unbearable, as a mighty fight broke out.
Extracted from that bucket, memories, a combination, good and bad, arguing with each other, trying to prove a point.
Those good memories flew out as satin butterflies, delicate and dainty.
The bad, as vicious angry wasps, getting in my hair.
They're annoying the butterflies, stinging them, making them really sore, tainting them with toxins, in a full on war of inflammation leaving feelers numbed.
The good memories outstanding, trying hard to tip the scales, still the bad  stole the equilibrium.
(C) Livvi