Rocking Chair Shadows

The porch creaked under my gait

The sunset bled through the hanging crystal

I looked into the window

I thought I saw her

I know I saw her green butterfly broach

As the flowers were being arranged

I always looked at the flower arrangements

There was always such beauty in them
The house was dusty now

I left the door open in these evenings

She was humming now

My spirits were lifting

I sat down in her rocking chair

The butterflies drifted in the afternoon sun

I gently rocked on the porch

I closed my eyes

In my dream I thought it had been too long

I felt her kiss on my cheek