Her Soul Breaks Free
A poem for love and loss
A poem for love and loss
A butterfly beats wings inside her fragile chest
I trace her wrinkled hands
The fingers — shaped like mine
Nail beds and length, the same
The only difference here is time.
Her heart’s a flutter trying to break free
My heart’s a clock counting down our time
I whisper words she might not even hear
I h…
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