Eileen | A 100 Word Story

#346 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

He walked into town with a satchel slung over his shoulder,
Looking for the girl he named Eileen.
She wore yellow ribbons upon her red hair.
He was much older now but remembers her well.

In her youth she’d run to try and catch butterflies,
Never understood creatures need to be free.
She grabbed his finger in her little hand,
He walks with her still even when no one else will.

She met him there in the center of town,
Where he said he’d be one day.
Her yellow ribbons faded and butterflies are caged.
She wasn’t his girl anymore.