flight of the butterfly, rising free
You heard a bell
You heard the clang
The rhythmic swells
The soul’s deep pang
sweet, joyous pain
doorway to the light
through the shadows
most repugnant blight
coffee with a friend
connections without end
in my heart remains
fond memories under the moon
sweetness fills the air
after you're not there
on the table, all that's left
three sugar packets and a spoon