The Butterfly

I must wonder if the great transformation carries forward like the butterfly
or is the butterfly’s life,
beautiful in its emerging flutter,
colors splash around the air,
the backdrop of a clear blue sky,
after stormy skies left behind tears,
then it’s gone for that moment,
as though on some haphazard mission,
to bring splendor to another’s eyes,
the voyeur from afar,
whose wondering matches mine,
and whose heart longs for love,
and perhaps has known love, the dalliances,
the twitter, the pangs, and the break, all of it,
a marvelous miracle and a lie,
there to be matched with you (a new fit like it was meant to happen),
a new change,
from creepy crawly monster to the gentle flutter of wings magnified,
then you disappeared,
all you left behind was a memory,
an orange and black blur,
you left me,
you died.