I’ve watched you now a full half hour
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!—not frozen seas
More motionless!—and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers:
Here rest your wings when they are weary,
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

anonymous, he disembarks
and heads
for any old london bar

and thinks, should I collapse
and die     ..
and drinks to each strange
passer by

Little girl with your blonde, knotty hair,

Clutching your teddy, soft and bare.
Why didn’t you cry?
Why didn’t you shout?

Why didn’t you say what it hurt to go without?


What did you feel you had to hide?
What locked your voice inside?
Did you know that no one would listen?
Or think that no one would care?
What’s wrong little girl, with your teddy bear?

You’re singing songs inside your head,
Trying not to hear…
“You’re selfish, ungrateful, I wish that you weren’t here”.
What did you do to make her so mad?
What was in you that was so bad?

One last blow to your head,
You bite on the arm of little ted.
Curling into a ball so tight,
Keeping the silence of the night.

You’re all grown now,
No longer small.
There are no green bottles sitting on the wall.

You’re now told you didn’t deserve the hurt you knew.

You were four.
The fault wasn’t you.

You should have been held,
Been sleeping in peace.

Not frozen in silence, afraid to release.


You should have been care-free,
Not silenced and shamed.
Should you have done more?
How?
What you bore,
You couldn’t have named.

Now I will try to speak,
for the girl you once were.
I will hold her so tight,
when the memories stir.

I will try to unlock the silence and shame.
I will try to release the tears and the pain.

For you were innocent, little one.
You were not to blame.

just because they gave
more than you did
doesn't mean they gave
their all — like you did

me going isn't
a cry for help — it's the bells
after a long war

Before you, I was high spirited,  
carefree and somewhat careless.

You entered into my heart,
as I left it guardless.

The words you spoke,
left me speechless.

Your kindness,
made me selfless.

Your love,
made me breathless.

My love for you
was flawless.

Yet, one day you left me,
leaving me clueless.

Your departure,
left me helpless.

My every attempt to forget you,
turned out to be useless.

The voice in my heart keeps asking,
how can a person be so heartless?

Don't you know?
Can't you tell?
Without you, I am lifeless.