And it wasn’t that I fell out of love.
Every so often the wings of butterflies graze
Against the veins, plucking them to match my heart’s tongue tied tempo
No, I never fell out love.

And it wasn’t that I lost interest.
My mind’s compelled to acknowledge  
The thoughts were he resides, to nervously manage a smile, to sheepishly look away.
No, I never lost interest.

The memories involving him detach from their tree
Fall as the branches try to grasp them, to have them reattached.
His name is on the lips of the wind and I listen as it brushes me aside,
feeling as if not the wind but he who brushes me aside.

With the knowledge of having to refrain from intimately knowing him
I see another path present itself in my wake
And my heart, adventurous at its heart, walks down the unknown.

The new path bears a resemblance so striking
They could be twins.
The butterflies inhabit the area
My mind smiles with the nerves
And yet,
They differ.

The unknown is daunting
A menace
Something to greet with open arms
Only to embrace with a dagger ready to eliminate the threat
And yet
I will take it step by step
Heartbeat by heartbeat.