You had left
You were sorely missed
And even upon your return
Some still missed you
For you had returned not as yourself
But as a butterfly done with metamorphosis
Borne of a crysallis of pain
Formed into a butterfly of superfluous acts
Still there remained all we had loved
The depth had not been filled by sands of darkness
But with sorrowful sand
Letting tears shed stain your path
And causing more
For the ones knowing of your heart
Feeling almost as sad
Never has there been such sadness
Nor on a widow's night
Or a young loss
All of it encompassed in one person
Spreading from mouth
Encompassing all the near
While all the near would like to see you happy