Five Years

I saw
A butterfly
Today,
Sitting at the end
Of a petal.

The sunlight
Shone in such
A way
That it shimmered
Like precious metal.

I reached out,
To beg it to
Stay,
But instead it flew away,
Letting the loneliness settle.

I saw
A butterfly
Today,
Sitting at the end
Of a petal.

But now that
Butterfly is gone.