Butterfly

She crossed my path once,

She crossed my path twice.

In utter desperation,

To hold her,

I brought my swollen fingers

Out of my pocket.

Not having seen so many

Colours at once for years,

Caught me off guard.

Mesmerised me,

Believed there existed

Only black and white.

Every time she came near,

My soul breathed in her smell.

It felt familiar.

Not having seen my beloved

All these years,

I asked for her.

They spoke of nothing

No signs of my beloved.

I was losing my breath,

For something I had lost,

When my vision gave up.

Then...

She danced around me again,

From one shoulder to another,

Caressing my chest,

Playing with my hair,

Kissing my nose,

I tried not to scare her.

My mother once explained,

‘When someone dear to you dies,

They become a butterfly and

Be with you.’

My heart skipped a beat,

There she was

Resting on my hand.

And I...

I wish I could pause these moments,

For she has never looked this beautiful.