the butterflies - III

Still waiting,
Still wondering,
Still hoping, dreaming, crying

Grip remains strong,
Her wings have grown weak
Soul aches, but she persists

Such persistance...

He is still gone -- where did he go?
Is he only living in her head?
Dead in every other form?

She tries. Contact. Post.
                                 She still loves him

No other butterfly could
                           make her feel
                           could
                           fuel her heart
                           could
                           love her
 
                           as he