Tell Them
Tell Them…
She had faded slowly
shadow growing shorter
voice less boisterous.
Tell Them...
Alone now she sits
slumped on a park bench
near the flowers.
He found her there,
sat next to her
took her hand,
read the note it held.
Her brief farewell:
“If anyone asks
tell them
I caught a butterfly.”
8/12/2017
submitted to – The Poet’s Shadow – Poetry Contest
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