I remember the day you left

We walked in the park

Sat on the bench – overlooking a pond

You spun me an old tale

It’s not you, it’s me

I listened – normally I don’t

Seemed important – too little — too late

Endeavoring to change – knowing I won’t

Wondering if I could – If I should

Love me as I am – echoed in the silence

Somewhere in the middle of heartbreak

I spotted a butterfly

Closing my eyes – accepting my fate

Imagining my metamorphosis

My next self – beautiful – transformed

A tear rolls down my face

It’s not for you, it’s for me