Butterfly Pea-Tea Infused Sadness

 
It is with great sadness
That I can no longer play
Inspired by Jesse

As we age,
We just want to look as we
Did in the window

Even if we used to be pretty
Middle aged
Any age
We’re slowing down

A feeling of hollowness
Yellowing eyes
A queasiness
Anticipation
Our youth
It’s split

Tells the chrysalis
To the butterfly.