Constellations Of The Mind

The Butterfly's Broken Wing

Butterfly?

Where have you been?

Oh, I thought I had lost you!

How I missed your velvet black and blue wings with patterns so intricate and fine!

Please tell me you'll stay!

Please don't leave me again!

Restrain yourself from flight!

I simply cannot bear another second of unaccompanied silence!

I have longed to hear the sound of your faint flitter fluttering for ages it seems!

I love you down to the last detail; for no part of you should ever be known as anything short of magnificent!

What is this?

Who has tattered my butterfly's wing?

Who is sick enough to hurt a beauty such as you?

Tell me, my sweet, who has done this to you?

Me?

What could you possibly mean by that?

You don't mean to say that you left me deliberately, do you?

Am I the source of my butterfly's pain?

Oh, the sorrow!

I am dreadfully sorry!

I want nothing more than to mend your broken wing.

Please!

No!

Don't leave me!

Not again!

I can stop your pain!

I love you!

I'm so sorry!

Please... Please...

Butterfly! Oh, butterfly! Please come back to me!