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.
