Like Butterflies in Spring

Posted on Jun 8, 2014


Cafe Girl

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She sits at a café table
Watching the world go by
A tea steaming away
Vapours dispersing up on high

She thinks on the past few weeks
On all that has passed
Where were they when it mattered?
Where were they at the last?

She cradles the cup as to life
Holding on to its heat
Refusing to let go
Not wanting the coldness that seeks

Memories flitter and flutter
Like butterflies in the spring
She wonder’s on her future
And all it may bring

Posted in: Poetry