Conversations With A Butterfly

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I remember when you left.
Gone from existence.
That same night I had a conversation with a butterfly.
We talked for a little while and then he took flight.
He was the only thing that kept me from crying.
I woke up that morning and the butterfly was on my window.
We talked for a while and he left again.
I guess it had to meet with some friends.
Or maybe it had important plans.
The butterfly came back again that night and it told me how it had fell in love with a girl before.
She caught his eye by the way she danced,
It put him in a trance.
She stole his heart
And made them never want to part.
She truly was art,
She was the missing piece from his heart.
The way he spoke it was very true,
In fact I had a conversation with a butterfly...
And that butterfly was you.

This was written sometime in October. Probably the middle of it. Just a wild guess. I never put a date at the end of this or even said where I was when I wrote it.

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