It Evaded Me

(Poetry Challenge Week 15)

Some things we never meant to be

permanent:

The taste of your words

(dancing on the tip of my tongue,

just beyond my grasp when I reach for them).

The flutter of butterfly wings

(buried deep in my stomach,

settling as snow falls.)

The right words evade me,

crossing the boundary between loved

and lost.

Like a puma,

majestic beauty

disappearing into the woods.

Some things were never mean to be

caged.