Kate LSY

I saw a butterfly today.
When I let Sunny out to pee,
in the smoldering July heat.

The sun kissed my skin
as I stood in the wind,
thoughts ajar,
amongst dandelion
dreams.

When was the last time 
I saw—
these fragile, fleeting things? 
Sometime last year,
maybe. 

With the beat of its wings,
I fluttered
to a field mid-summer,
where we lay in the meadow,
counting stars made of petals,
promising to meet tomorrow,
without having tasted
the ache
of sorrow. 

So when I saw a butterfly today,
even though I’ve felt
so gray, 
for days
on days
on end.

I thought, maybe.
Just maybe,
I must be
between mend. 

Because for the first time,
this year,
I saw a butterfly 
today.

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From Terms & Conditions May Apply, a collection of poems.
Butterfly—Where even in the depth of depression, where the water is too deep for light, a glimmer still transcends once in a while.