Flutter awayUnsteadily flapping your wings (because) butterflies float like whispers or cotton candy blown away, I’m calling out your name as you flutter away

Darling, what seems to be the matter? Can’t see a frown but I know that you’re feeling down. Darling, won't you tell me what's the bother? My mornings have been missing your sunshine lately.

Your words find a way to open old wounds, the kind that I have tried so hard to hide from the world. Why do they say that the truth told will set us free? When every time I face it, it chokes me.