The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

They say,
“If they wanted to, they would.”
As if desire were a simple thread
pulled tight between two souls.
As if absence were proof
that I do not exist in their world.

But I search anyway,
trace names onto the wind,
place my own heart into hands
that never reached for me.

My mind whispers sense—
tells me I am whole without them,
without the longing,
without the empty spaces
I carve in their absence.

Yet my heart, stubborn as the tide,
pulls against logic,
against reason,
against the quiet acceptance
that some names
I am never meant to call mine back.

And I wonder—
If only mind and heart
could run side by side,
If only they could race toward truth together,
Would I finally find peace
In the ones who never looked,
in the hands that never reached,
In the love that, perhaps,
Was never meant to be mine?

Ms. Butterfly Genesis