A Firefly and a Butterfly

Where do you go with your broken heart in tow?

Legend had it that they were of the same soul. She would have missed her, even if she hadn’t met her.

What do you do with the left over you?

They had pulled apart each vestigial plaster and only they knew how the other looked beneath it all, each mark of a bad day etched like constellations on their skins.

Where does the good go, where does the good go?

But then with the music turned up, they danced; she, at one end of the city, she, at another. They both knew, always, without a word exchanged.

Look me in the heart and tell me you won’t go.

After all it had all started there – two whispers piercing towards each other in a crowded room. They could always complete each other’s whispers.

Look me in the heart and unbreak broken.

“Be okay”
*Be okay*

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2 thoughts on “A Firefly and a Butterfly

  1. Dear butterfly,

    I have been staring at the screen, waiting for words that will sound what I feel. But sometimes, words mean much less than you would like them to.

    And right now..I feel too much to sound beautiful. So I’ll just tell you that this is the most special anybody has ever made me feel.

    The rest? You’ll know. Because don’t we always?

    Love,
    The proud firefly in question.

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