Goodbye Sweet Hope.

You go on tiny wings of fragile sadness.
I stand in cool damp rain
wondering if I will forever roam
only on the periphery of joy.

Are my desires unfair?
Is what I long for not real?

I am like the last butterfly of summer
being buffeted by September wind
looking still for that bright flower
where I can cling
until I fly no more.

This is a poem I wrote after a wrestling match I attended with my best friend. It's a long story to explain. Haha.