28/365 There are no butterflies in San Francisco pt. 13 {Butterfly (sight)} [I have finally learned to love AND let go...]

I've recently discovered that you're in two places at once,

in two different forms to maintain your disguise,

but I've got you figured out.

In Denver, you're the boy with the sundance smile.

In SF, you're a butterfly.

Don't try to deny it because every time I see one, I can't help but feel like a child.

My spirit as high as the wind you compose,

music notes in my imagination.

I feel surrounded by your blue sky.

Sinking ocean.

Floating breeze.

I catch the colors of your smile in the beauty of your wings.

Feel the greatness of your kiss with every ripple of the currents you send my way.

You've always been the hard to capture type.

Easy to lose

and so heartbreaking to see behind netting.

So I've let you go

in hopes that one day I'll grow my own wings and fly with you   :)

"We bonded both under and over the sky.

All moonlit and sunglazed, star dazed and cloud ready.

I'm pretty sure most couples have song.

4-minute melodious, lyrical combination that is all-encompassing of how they feel;

Ours is the sky.

How greatly we must feel then...."