Butterfly

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She came as a butterfly breeze. As of wings displacing air. As of a kiss upon a cheek. 

We met in a club, or a pub, or just in the street? The details are as vague as the notes of her perfume; possibly jasmine, though lavender masks the realm of ghosts. We talked about nothing as everything went on around us, cooing like doves on a branch. Nobody paid us any attention. Then again, why would they have?

Time passed in shadows and light. Time does that, it passes. We stepped between the two like the ethereal lovers we were, eyes locked and hearts reaching. And, for a moment in the night, we connected. One beautiful moment. One that, for our kind, lasts forever. I hope. I pray.

She is my butterfly. I am her cocoon. 

I seek the air she occupied nightly. Some deep midnights, I even feel her there, too.  I cannot see her, and her perfume fades, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still holding hands and kissing. Does it?

For one brief instant in this space termed death, where she and I found each other in the midst of those still living, we lived too. I shall not forget it. I shall not forget her. 

My one wish: That I dreamt her and not that she dreamt me. 

Thank you for reading

Richard

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Published by Richard Ankers

Richard M. Ankers is the English author of The Eternals Series and Britannia Unleashed all published by Next Chapter. Richard feels privileged to have had stories and poetry published all over the world. He lives to write. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit, running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.

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