Your delicacy and inspiring splendor enthrall me.
I’m a moth affixed on the light in room too blind of light to see.
Out of the flying swarms you fascinated me the most.
You stood out with your innocence and brilliance; I squinted.
My hands my net, I opened them with hopes you would fall.
I would catch you and you would be mine after all.
Persistence and a secretive connection made you come to me.
I promised to take care of you and love you dearly.
It was a heavenly few days as I adored you for all that you had.
You fluttered around me and touched my lips.
Your rich and enchanting wings stroked my hands.
I never kept you under glass but I never let you out of my sight.
My eyes became securely transfixed on the consistency of your waver.
But I let you get away from me once and you returned to me briefly.
After that moment of deadness, you left me numb and confused.
An incision in my heart as I stood beside nothing horribly followed.
You drained me of my playing, but I wanted so much more.
Enduring love I had to offer, but you left before my proposition.
Never knowing why, I solemnly walked back to the fields of flying swarms.
Still, I could not resist nor halt my gape at your finery.
A ghost, I am, roaming the earth with my head hanging low.
Sometimes you fly close enough to me I can reach out and touch you.
But I dare not play with the enticement, for you may never fly near me again.
You used to touch my skin and fly by my side.
Now your new home has become the gaping, never-ending skies.
Sometimes I think I see you beam at me and maybe it’s because you love me.
Perhaps you miss me and that’s why I see you fly slowly above me.
I can’t decide if it’s a tease or just a reminder that you still care.
Your beautiful, embracing wingspan and long legs are mourned here.
Recovery is a word of fools and far away like the light at end of an infinite tunnel.
My happiness has hibernated with your questionable retreat.
No other female is compatible with me for you can decode my bliss.
In my sleep, I can feel the touch of your antenna is awake in discouragement.
A theory I have concluded is that you can never catch the same butterfly twice.
I had you once but to keep you as my own requires reversing time.
It still perplexes me how you flew away from me but I wish you knew.
If only I had the chance to tell you that I still die missing you.
I can’t taste my food nor feel the breeze on my face.
You took all my sensations with you the day you flew away.
You showed me a new world of allure.
Once you abruptly left me, that world froze with a blizzard of anguish.
I still want to catch you but I’ll never know how.
If you left me once what makes me think you won’t repeat that vow.
The incision you made on my heart stings.
Deep inside, I know that far from me is where you permanently belong.