A couple years ago,
that phone call would have
made my heart race, my palms
get clammy and my stomach
launch a flock of butterflies.
I loved the way that felt then.
A year ago
when the calls stopped coming
the silence sliced my heart
and the butterflies died.
Six months ago, I would not
have taken the call.
Today I took it
Waiting for butterflies
or knives
and found neither came.
I waited for the tears
they didnt come either.
Six months ago, I would not
have taken the call.
Today I took it
Waiting for butterflies
or knives
and found neither came.
I waited for the tears
they didnt come either.
It was as if a stranger called.
A lovely observation of personal growth. Bittersweet, but lovely nonetheless.
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