I unlocked the cabinet
so your words could fall out
It’s not that I didn’t hear them
I was afraid to see
their meaning in your eyes
Who is the wise one?
Just as a butterfly is free
it’s your turn to fly and
no matter the language
you speak
I’ll still wonder why
our paths couldn’t align
Maybe my love
was too strong
and I pushed too hard
Could it be?
It’ll take time for my
emotions to settle
like dust on the shelf
until then
my sobbing will continue
to puncture the silence
Lauren Scott © 2014