Astounding Butterflies
It all began in a simple glance.
It didn’t start profoundly,
I was in denial for weeks—
Attachment is prohibited in me,
But I couldn’t force it to ungrow.
I got drawn to other gome,
But my eyes lingered on his.
His force’s pulling me back to him.
I was halfway being whipped.
I’d gape at him when I had the chance.
The glances we share with each other,
Every time our eyes meet and look away.
Looking into his eyes, its depth.
He’s the man with sincere and pure intentions—
He utters words genuinely.
Creed is the center of his life.
He brings sunbeam to everyone.
Sure is, he left me with so many lessons.
Watching him from distance and close wasn’t different.
He still seemed hard to reach.
I wasn’t able to embrace him,
Nor to hold his hand.
No physical touch, no confrontations.
I fancy him, still.
Even his small gestures,
It never fails to make my beats race.
Our last gaze, that night.
The prelude, the friendship, the lessons.
The gift, the letters, the reminiscences.
It still feels overwhelming.
Wherever you are,
I hope you’re well.
I’ll wait for your return,
And I hope, on that day.
I still have these astounding butterflies.
