How Could You Leave Me?

A Poem of a Golden Butterfly

Pity the brief life of a golden butterfly.

You rejoiced, fluttering around my feet,

you, you landed in the palm of my hand.

But you have gone, you, you have already gone.

In just a fleeting moment,

I didn’t even get a chance to call your name.

Your form was small,

but your heart was never small.

Oh, you, how could you leave me like this?

I pray you won’t reincarnate.

Any form of life is filled with suffering,

like me, being human holds no joy.

Thank you for reading.