Outside the room
the sky is grey,
the sun trying to
break through,
to add some
brightness to our day,
without success.
Thoughts about work
drift out of my mind,
and now is flooded
with other thoughts,
my mind is an
over flowed drain.
What was once
a happy and
contented mind,
is now a mess
of confusion. He
has returned and
isn’t the one I
used to know, he
is not the caterpillar,
but a butterfly. Maybe
I too am a butterfly,
but I still remember
when both of us
were caterpillars,
playing, laughing,
and talking together.
We are both still those
caterpillars, disguised
in a butterflies body.
One day we will both
be together, like I
always thought
we would. Flying in
the sky, freely, together.
