The white butterfly flew cross
In a fluttery soft gaze like it was still
Earning it’s wings;
and the bees swirled up
and the wind blew in every direction.
and you were already on my mind.
It’s getting harder now ,
I know you’re finding your way
And staying inside
Is no way
To not see
What you’ve been up to
Or where you’ve been.
Pulling flowers up around me.
Crowning ambience
And the cat drew blood on me thrice
Too excited mittenpaws
I gotta visit him daily at least once
My son , our time together
The cat remembers you
And knows you’re gone.
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