Red Butterfly

At a time when I had fallen down, I was alone. She came into where I rested. I thought nothing at first, just observing her occasionally. When she landed beside me, I felt better. She is colourful, vibrant. Dancing though the breeze without a care in the world. Her stunning red wings carry her elegant frame. Though on closer inspection, I notice her scars. The feeling was subtle and took sometime, but soon I was entranced. Though she would never stay long. Whenever she leaves, I feel worse than before. More lost than ever.

Many eyes are drawn to her as she passes by. Though she is not aware, they admire and respect her colourful radiance. No one will ever catch her. She is fast, agile and I believe can not be caught.

However, these inherent traits which I love so much are why I can not catch her. I can only occasionally feel her light touch as she lands on me. Though she stays for a while to rest, it is inevitable she will take flight again. Perhaps the only way would be to join her up there. But even if it was possible, I know not if I could change…