You are like a rare butterfly that\'s hidden herself away from the unforgiving gazes of the world
You have built this cocoon around you more for protection and precaution
I found your cryistalist on the cold ground and you had yet to poke out your beautiful head
So I gently picked up your cocoon and took you home with me
On the way home I held your cocoon close to my chest where my heart thrashed. Where the heat expelled from my breaststroke
When I got home I hung your cocoon in the heart of my home
Everyday I sat in that room, pacing back and forth for weeks
During that time I didn\'t eat, I didn\'t sleep. I wracked with anxiety
I knew something had to be wrong
\"You should have hatched by now my love\" I whispered quietly to your cocoon
I let another few weeks go by and still nothing
So I went and gently picked up your cocoon and it crumbled in the palm of my hands
I felt my heart leap into my throat. I was wracked with a profound sadness
When I looked close and saw that the exclusive rare butterfly had died
It died from it own self inflicted injuries
Had I showed up sooner that beautiful butterfly could have made it. It could have flown away with a piece of me. I could have made a difference
Now it\'s taking all of me with it
So I went to the back yard and burned the dead butterfly
Now everyday I walk past my back door. I look through the window and wonder what could have been
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