© Karyn Ellis

Look at you standing by the old attic window.
Particles of dust are shimmering in the sun.
I move my body and they twirl like spring snow.
You are an old photograph painted by hand.

Would you believe me if I said I am fine?
How many years have we stared at this picture frame?
And taken the should-haves and nailed them to the wood.
You are a butterfly that I will set free.

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