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Butterflies


I didn't wanna go because

Her smile 

That's all i remember and then her pale face and a piercing beep resonating on all the walls.

Her usually cubby bubbly face in no longer in a happy state and her hair's all gone 

 

My last words were not able to be said as i thought they'd be.

She will never see me in a cap and gown 

Won't be able to see me in my prom dress

Her last images weren't of me

I couldn't see her and she never saw me 

My last image of her is the only thing that has been engraved into my mind for the last four years Everything beyond that one moment all I've been able to see is 

A white hospital

A pink dress 

And a monarch butterfly 

 

Thinking of her elicits a hard knot in my throat and my eyes start watering

Her smile was engraved into the stars

Her eyes in the sky

And her soul in every single butterfly i see

 

The world didnt need her anymore 

When would it need me 

 

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