The Majestic Lady

He tells me about the lady bug.

Says that’s the only thing he remembers,

But I think he remembers the tears too

And the pain.

But these things are too hard for him to describe,

So he just goes on

About the elegant nature of the lady

In her red satin gown

Dotted with black pearls.

She waved a farewell to him

With her languid arms

And disappeared into the night sky.

It’s funny how omens are beautiful

Before we know what comes next

And they stick around in our minds long after

Everything else has gone.

He smiles when he tells me about her

But it’s bittersweet

And laced with regret.

He doesn’t look at me;

Instead, stares off into space

No doubt seeing her.

“I remember you,”

He tells the majestic lady.

“You were everywhere that day.

I saw your dress trailing the leaves

In the sun, you were on fire.

You were so beautiful.

Everything else was wrong.

But you were still so beautiful.”

I assume she simply waves at him and flies away

Like she did then.

Because she is only a memory.

I wonder if he will ever see her again

In that beautiful light of before

Or if she has become a house

For the aching in his chest

And the hollowness in his bones.

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