Butterflies

in my stomach

as I watch him.

 

They never

go away.

 

After all

this time.

 

I still get

butterflies.

 

But now

I'm leaving.

 

I don't

want to,

but I must.

 

Butterflies.

 

Their wings

frantic.

 

Trying

to escape

this fate.

 

But

they can't.

 

I can't.

 

Poor little

butterflies.