You knew it hurt
It was strange, starting at the end.
Moving forward into the past.
Retracing the steps I took, in order for me to escape
The pain I felt the day I saw the moth was less
Less than the week before
But in the day of this memory, I took a spray can
Sprayed our names on a wall, for the spirits to see
For at the time I want you to see it
One day
Taking your hand and leading you across the field
To show you that I was the one for you, as proof
The moth smiled at me that day, it gave me its grace
Allowed the dagger to enter with warmth
Not cold
But it hurt, and the moth was there to great me again
You were my blessing, a butterfly
Mi mariposa
But you didn't know what I was
You knew only one thing
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
