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I hope you know darling I can't be the wild garden butterfly haphazardly flapping white wings before your aromatic hyacinth, lily of the valley bell sprays, amid spring tulips daring symmetry and other hand-me-down heirlooms longing my tender hands weed, divide, surround your beautiful, wide eyes envisioning eternal symphony, nearing like infinity, in an instant taken by storm, gnawing rodents and bespecked insects with voracious appetites. I'll be white-winged wherever you are, flowing but separating from our past to move beyond, fading forgotten into the blue, clouded vault of mystery -- beyond the dust of towering pine swaying, judging -- and below the ground with soil ever-loving, always nurturing our shared desire of blooms sprouting, and graceful garden butterflies showing. Coda The most beautiful melody at memorial you can't hear is playing in my ears while we share a bench alone eternally. You clutch my hand as if knowing my suffering here in silence on earth, while we stay together, apart, or in bed each night as you tenderly clutch my soul's remains. My eyes are only for the spinning ceiling fan whooshing away sounds repeating in my tiresome head, eroding guilt I cannot fully love you until I know you celebrate me again. I've come to realize I broke the vision you had for me, of a silent knight long ago, when the white steed suddenly died at your distressed feet...when you realized I was now the helpless one, and you would have to shoulder me from then and beyond every tomorrow until I'm ash scattered on breezes landing me in the hopeful, morning bed with delightful things I never had eyes to appreciate, like your longing for my soul's return to you, darling. 5.16.20 "Dirt Buffet (It Is Your Fault)" Tell me I don't belong among you; give me a real reason and I swear if it's honest, fair and true, I'll go. |