While strolling downtown San Diego today on my way to meet a friend for lunch, I happened to find myself behind a couple about my own age.  They didn’t hold hands or talk much – Instead they held their phones in their hands and ignored one another – their butterflies long gone. Although I wrote the poem with them in mind, it has many meanings….

by Jennifer Allison 

They escaped slowly –
somewhat methodically.
So slowly, I felt
each last weak flutter

Stomach in knots.
Feelings escaping with them.
Stillness in their place.
While they flew

To house themselves
inside of someone else –

Before flying home to
enter once more 
through my breath 
as it’s being taken

Again they’ll flutter.
Feelings arriving with them.
While I smile
at the mere thought of their

Until they leave again
to house in another –

San Diego Train – Empty

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