Ode to Zula - Part 8
I've always wanted you. And for a brief moment. For disparing reasons We had each other. Like water slipping through my hands with nothing to hold you from falling to the ground... You were gone. Or maybe you were never really there For so long I painted a picture of you that you surpassed through our interactions. But we both knew it was temporary. For disparing reasons. We are none authors to objects of affections But we can try to be honest. Try to be human. And try to be real to affiliations and soft to those we care deeply. Well. Fly. Butterfly. Be free. My heart is a honey comb. If ever life treats you unfairly. Come home.
