Don't Misunderstand

It's only my heart. Chipped away, calcified fragments all over the place. Coherence that's all. The blue butterfly a toy in the hands of little Catie. Always fluttering touch and go playing tag with spirits. It's just my heart a very brief second in passing. One of my guides wears chaps, boots and a hat, riding a stick pony. How did this happen to me? He is not there for me, He makes little Catie happy. I'm grateful. Don't judge a little girl playing like she never has..