help me believe.
i listen to a song
tell my heart there
are brighter days ahead
& the sadness comes knowing
I let go of more of you- your
number & every Marco Polo we sent each other. the break in my heart aches
when my head is lifted
by a dancing yellow butterfly,
darting back and forth, almost
as if to say “it’s going to be okay.
I promise you.”
& I sit with the ache
of missing what could be
with you,
& keep looking to the sky.
© Julia Putzke