With time we grew weary
soon unimpressed
unhappily dazed,
Till time and time again
anguish arose
pangs of loss
ruptures of defeat

I held all briefly
both parties passing
like butterflies and nectar
like trial and error
never satisfied
pursuing brighter
hunting better
a fault of our time
a vital flaw.

Youre presence translucent
barely felt
rarely met
light as a feather
light as a kiss
light as a butterfly kiss.

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