He held the butterfly close
on a terrace green and far,
not too hard, as it might scar
hopes of which nobody knows.

If only he could dare to dream
take a deep breath and spread their wings
"But this world has many vile things,"
he closed his eyes with no esteem.

She gently came along, first quietly -

"I know a lovely world out there
with birds roaming high everywhere.
Sometimes we need to be naive,
open our eyes and just believe."

And with open arms, she had set him free.

With a still broken heart
inflicted still with promises
of an always that never came...
Our eyes meet,
distant over the months passed
stained by the memories
of once upon a time..
and still unfocused on
a reality refusing to exist.

You fix your eyes in me
you demand mine to react.
Instead my heart speaks
through my lips
my voice obscure,
failing to make a sound.
"I miss you."

As reflections and memories unfold,
swiftly once upon a time is retold.

I'd miss you, with sunflower in azure sky,
you'd miss me too, as waves came crashing by.
I'd need you, in a park with playful youth,
you'd need me more, a hectic city's sole truth.
I'd love you, through the static in my phone,
you'd love me most, in a packed room - alone.
Forever, I'd whisper, swaying you away
as music and fortune came into play.
Always, you'd promise, your hand in mine,
under the stars and their cunning shine.

You fix your eyes into me
still distant
but not too far away.
Your heart replies, voiceless too
and you walk away
with my fate,
music and our destiny.
Leaving me with nothing...
and lips I could not read.

Last week, at a cafe near Second Street
I saw how a brisk couple would meet.
I swallowed the penultimate sip, slow -
A story unfolded, one I already know.

She leaned in close, her hair like the sun
her voice belonged to an angel
a beautiful one.
She touched his hand
as if a celestial goddess
coming down one last time...
She smiled heaven upon this earth
and told him -
unknowing,
that she'll love him until the sun burns out,
until the stars go cold,
until the sea falls silent
and winds no longer blow.

His smile accepted it as the single truth
her one and only.
He was quiet
as I once was.
He touched her hand back,
as I had once touched...
in a time when the sun would burn forever
and stars and angels and the wind
would never stop inspiring.

I looked at him, one last time
and finished my drink alone.
At last life made sense to him
with winds slightly overblown.
"No," I wish I could tell him,
I then left. "No, she won't."