your heart sheds tears to me
never for me
as if i were your psychiatrist
of love
wise in the ways of your wanting
though absent from the joys
you feel lost
listen...
i once chased a butterfly for an hour
hoping it would remain free
dancing there with me
letting it land in my hand
and know me
because the moon knows
and the stars know
and this butterfly knows
that though free and skittish
and uncommitted
our love is never lost
but aloft on butterfly wings.
douglas brent smith
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