Moth

I watched as the softest of snowflakes fell on to your eyelashes the day you reached over to tell me that You loved me for the last time.
I remember the sun bleached rooms, the sheets, reflected shadows on the ceilings.
And the top of the stairs as you closed the door.
I crawled for you, for so long.
Bruised knees and bleeding palms, through the brush to find us in a clearing.
Fawns of Spring.
I was soaking in too many colors; the emotions flying off my fingertips on to a canvas to show you.
You couldn't see though.
You couldn't fucking see.
I chased after balloons like a child, "don't let it go, don't fly away", you said.
She grew wings over night though, and learned to use them 2 years later.
You watched her graze the light post on the street corner.
Eyes met and you lost your breath.

-Saree McClaran
03-09-13