What are butterflies

If not anxiety?

Missing you is equivalent

To five years of sobriety.

You brushed your beard

In gentle strokes,

It was never my hair-

A girl only hoped.

We were fire and ice

Blended to our demise.

A hurricane of measure

When our fingers entwined.

You filled my glass to emptiness;

I only wanted more,

Because the contents you poured

Left me sour and sore.

I hope you’re well

In the pitiful cell

You chose to dwell;

It looked like hell.

Time will only tell

What you’ll dispel

When you sound that bell

For another’s veil.