LadyLincoln

i saw you in the robin's eye, though it was not blue like eggs or pebbles or jay feathers. it was brown, like mine. how kind of you to gift your sight once you could no longer use it. i wonder if i'd know your eyes in someone else's face. if i pass them on the street, would they still recognize me? would they call like a distant dream; would they feel a river rush without ever knowing why? i saw you in the amber trees. your moth tattoos flew right past me. your moth body landed on my jeans. if that was you, tell me, please. were you the monarch butterfly? is it selfish if i wish you never had to give your body? i think of your parts still out there, living. connected to new dreams. seeing things you'd never seen. i should be grateful for your final gifts, even ones i did not receive. i saw you ten months ago. i saw you today. in the pink dawn, you called to me, but i turned away. i can't bear to look at you with no eyes in your face. if i see you again, will you forgive my being