Blue Bird by June Tapia
Loving someone can feel like a bluebird in spring
Walking in the woods and holding hands
But when it fades it can feel like the utmost rainy day in summer
Wishing for the southwest sun would wash over you…
Where you just lose yourself in a wind of expectations and regret
Wishing lightening had relit the sky for a fight…
Something, anything, but silence…
No more bluebird…
By the Fall – her eyes would dry from the fallen rain.
She had surprised herself of how far she had come, grateful, and respectful of her growth & healing…There is no manual for this life… but with heartbreak you wish there was.
And as the first pillow of snow covered the ground she realized there would be no
Garland on the Christmas Tree this year.
No more bluebird..
By June Tapia