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“The Cocoon and the Butterfly”

Does the cocoon miss the butterfly,
The way she tore through his embrace,
The prison of his arms, to race
Fluttering against the wind and sky,
Leaving a gaping hole, and a trace
Of perfume against their unmade bed,
The lingering of notes, of words unsaid
Trailing away to some unknown place?

He stares after her with one empty eye,
The eye she made from where she left,
But she is gone, off beyond the glen.
His heart beats after her, “Good-bye,
Good-bye…I’ll wait right here, then.”


*Author’s Note: All I can say about this piece is that I was listening to Lindsey Stirling’s Song of the Caged Bird when I wrote it.