Those butterflies that used to so freely
fly inside, have now, it seems,
found a new place to reside.
They always made themselves at home,
rich within my core, but their
presence is now missing- their feeling is
no more.
I hope they have found a new body to
cradle their fluttering needs,
because they, you see, are no longer
satisfied with me.
I can only wish that they will flourish and
grow, for inside me that possibility is
no longer so.
So when they discover their home anew-
I hope they think of their original palace-
me, the person they once knew.