When the butterfly leaves

Soon you will be here no more.

You’re a resting butterfly

Waiting for her wings to dry

To reach the sky yet unexplored.

You know you’re more than just a friend.

Even in our darkest time

When both our lights refused to shine,

I couldn’t hate you in the end

I want to make you understand,

I don’t know is it really true.

How do I call the emptiness

I always feel when you’re absent?

Soon you will be here no more.

Will you return after some months?

Would there even be a chance?

Or would it start a senseless war?

 
Will you ever find my note?