Butterflies

As I read your confession a feeling lost returns again,
And it’s only when I get it back that I realise how much I missed it,
Butterflies fluttering in your stomach, full of excited nervousness,
In hindsight that was the saddest loss of my self imposed exile.

Hello little butterflies, welcome back.

A genuine smile raised with consistency has been a rarity,
Often forced in the company of people who like to ask too many questions,
Yet often dropped when the pain in my cheeks became unbearable,
But not anymore, for the butterflies have returned and I smile freely once more.

Hello little butterflies, welcome back.

And the only regret we each have, now we know the other’s thoughts,
Is the fact we failed to act on an impulse we fought so hard to suppress,
But even though you have travelled across the freezing Atlantic ocean,
The butterflies will flutter in anticipation of your return to the Smoke.

Hello little butterflies, welcome back.

We may wonder what will become of us in the future when the present arrives,
But until that moment in time we can be content with fancies and flings,
And I’ll let the butterflies flutter foolishly around my cobwebbed stomach,
As it has been too long since a reason existed for them to do so.

Hello little butterflies, welcome back.