Butterflies

Puffs of white cotton clouds
Swam across a brilliantly blue sky
And they had lain there
The morning dew wet against their faces
Watching the flitting specks of yellow butterflies

Drawing the curtains she paused at the sight of her reflection
Her eyes strayed to the lines he had traced on her neck
Raw and still red at places,  she winced as her fingers brushed over them

With a deep breath she turned away
Scattered light infiltrated the gaps
And fell on broken glass
The long trail of broken shards ended in a pool of glitter
Dimly shone in the fading light
Lay a glass encased wooden frame
Craftily captured and artistically glued at three points
Were three yellow butterflies

Snowdrift

In darkness swirl little specks of light
Dim yellow like embers ready to burst  into flames
And yet contain themselves
And float in the empty darkness

Grief only ever touched me from a distance
In the day she watched me from afar
While I watched my world being taken by storm
She watched me quiet and deathly long

And as every storm must come to an end
I watched my world being lightly peppered with ashes
And she watched still while I thought it was over

But the ice had yet to melt, the jabs were still to come
"Do you even remember him?"
And I bled afresh, stung by another broken voice

Finally she walked up to me
Let me curl up in her lap and break
If you can be at peace with grief,  I was

And so in darkness when I watched the little specks of light
It is her I remembered
As I stuck out my hand
Waiting for a little light to settle
For a burning snowflake to touch me now 
And see if I cared