Butterflies for Juliet

If a sigh could express for a second my sadness,

I’d hold my own breath for the rest of my life.

If tears could extinguish the stars of tomorrow

I would cry all night.

As long as the memory of you isn’t replaced

by the comforting pills and the Cardigan sea,

the world won’t seduce me with simulacrum faces,

you remain with me.

Overhead the mad energies hover and mingle

encircling the planet with misdirection, and lies.

Our little hearts struggle to send the right signals

for years. Time flies.

So long as the memory of you isn’t replaced

by some miserable record in this cul-de-sac sky,

there will always be space for us on the horizon;

there will be butterflies.