Gone Poem by Sierra Staten

She was as precious as a flower
That had come close to a frost,
A bird flying in the wrong direction
That would never admit to being lost.
She was as beautiful as a butterfly
Just catching at the air,
And she’d find her way into your heart
Before you knew that she was there.
She was tantalizing as a summer breeze
And delicate as lace.
She’d go wherever the wind took her,
And she'd be gone without a trace.