The Champion of the East Bay - Elder Brother

I painted the wings on a butterfly

I painted a portrait based on your design

Began with the eyes and some measured grace

Tried keeping the colors within her constraints

Just as I was done, they whisked her away

Like she was the champion of the East Bay

To see her again, I’d do anything

If she had a song, I’d sing it every day

And I don’t know why I feel so bold

Chasing down a thing that I can’t hold

As if it would somehow make me whole

I caught you like a cold

If I wrote a song, brittle and brave

With so many words I don’t know how to say

I finished a draft and threw it away

If this is the end it seems like such a waste