What are butterflies If not anxiety? Missing you is equivalent To five years of sobriety.

You brushed your beard In gentle strokes, It was never my hair- A girl only hoped.

We were fire and ice Blended to our demise. A hurricane of measure When our fingers entwined.

You filled my glass to emptiness; I only wanted more, Because the contents you poured Left me sour and sore.

I hope you’re well In the pitiful cell You chose to dwell; It looked like hell. Time will only tell What you’ll dispel When you sound that bell For another’s veil.