Butterfly

How can I process these emotions,

When the world seems but amiss,

And it happened as your lips touched mine,

And we formed them in a kiss.

I thought butterflies would sparkle,

Against the summer night,

And a Lilly rose you’d give to me,

As you said your last goodbye.

But I felt there something missing,

As the crickets played their tune,

And when the flies of fire left,

I simply stared up at the moon.

“Why didn’t I quite feel it?”

I sat moments there in thought,

And stumped I left that little night,

Still wishing what was not.

But I began to realize-

Or more realize began on me:

When I had thought that someone

Could make me even more happy.

I had all that I needed then,

This life left me untouched,

And now I see the butterflies,

But that is just a hunch.