the butterflies - IV

Wintery cold afternoon
No food all day, she
checked her mail
                     he replied
Shock, flabergast, heart attack
Her dechaying soul danced, leaped
                       like a shaman
Wings, still weak like infant bat bones,
                       bloomed with color
 
She seemed to glow, ecstatic,
                       emotional all over again
 
She yearned for him once again,
                       but in wonderment of
how he felt, she cautioned
 
                                        optimism