There is a tiny beetle on this long bench it shines and sparkles in the sun. Sometimes it appears black and sometimes it appears blue, its difficult to make out its true color. I watch it as the tears roll down my cheeks as it spreads its wings to fly away, then moments later it folds them down to stay. Its antennae curiously explore possibilities, its legs move hesitantly toward what it sees. I watch as it spreads its wings to fly away and then comes back to stay.

As you approach me on this long bench, you shine and sparkle in the sun, sometimes you are near and sometimes you are far, its difficult to make out where and what you are. I’ve watched you spread your wings to fly away and then fold them down again and stay.

Today, I felt the chilling breeze of your wings….and I still cry