3 AM

She is a butterfly. Spends her day flying high. But tonight she is here. Fluttering through the window looking down at me, Creating a world to get lost with her.

A world admires her. Floating. But tonight she is here. So lets walk a while. Away from the warmth of my room. Embracing a wintry night. Her hands cold as the moon. She rests on my arms.

For once, I knew it. I was in the right place. Letting the world fade away like the forgotten hours of the day. Two incomplete hearts racing in a world that only sees the holes When we make space for them. Losing a part of ourselves.

But tonight, we poured ourselves Filling the holes, a picture. Strolling through the city laced with a million reminders across the fence. About you. Bustling with people in the day A long lost silence hid here. In the alluring charm of the hour.

For years I longed to recreate our short lived time together. Dreams I wouldn’t let go. Tonight, I knew. Lost between the hands intertwined, lay dreams sinking to sleep. Shooting stars across the night starry, she asks me to make a wish. But mine had already come true.

Still remembering the day She said she’d marry me. Alas. We moved apart at the age of 3. Smiling through her chipped teeth The same day I lost mine in the ground. Always meant to be. Still remembering the day, She now leads the way, I follow Her long skirt billows.

She asks me to make a wish. And all I had ever wished was to Hold her in the pattering rain. I wish the time would freeze. I would spin if that could really make the night any longer. A breeze scattered wisps of her hair as they reached my smile fading into the new sunshine.