In my mind
you were
colored
the lightest
blue
Like butterfly
wings
Shine rubbing
off on your
fingers
at a touch.
You loved them
Because
they were so
pretty-fragile
And there’s nothing
More beautiful
than effervescence.
I’m fragile too.
Fragile and trying
to get the me without
you back
One touch at a time
And it still feels like
butterflies alighting
on my arms
Tracing scars
On the most tender
of skin, the skin still
Aching from that touch
Because every time
your hands brushed mine
A little bit of me
Escaped to powder
your fingers.
