How my heart ached

as it dawned on me:

"I'm the part removed

to save the whole

and then left to rot

buried in a hole."

 

How empty the look

she last gave me!

"I am alive, not dead"

my heart screamed

forlorn and forsaken.

"But for us!" she deemed.

 

How arduous the toil

since the path is steep!

On the sunless days

stumbling over memories

I yearn for a butterfly

lost long in the trees.