His--Butterfly

On days when you don't see me I am a mocking bird. Cooing back the cries, of power drills and butterflies I make men's pulses race with astonished excitement. The angry/afraid kind. On days when I am with you I am a lightning rod. I attract trouble, Like a horror movie stunt double And d*mn if I don't hurt myself but it protects others. The sorry/sweet kind. On days when I am alone I am a nobody. Purpose unfulfilled, I strive to become more skilled So that when the day comes that I stand by you, I can stand tall. On days when you aren't with me I am a mourning dove. Come home, my love.