To a Butterfly

Today I learned two halfs is not one
when dealing with hearts.
Now I know, I was not built for love.
Your fuzzy antennae, those petal-thin
wings, delicate as a dream or a soap
bubble in a bath we never shared.
As what could have been passes before
my eyes, I consider what has and I am
ashamed.

How can I hope to look upon your face
and not feel the most oppressing shame
that has ever befallen mortals of this
earth?

If only we could relive that moment four
years, six months and three days ago, when
you said hello and I said, "I love you," but
you were gone and did not hear me. Oh
what I'd give to go back.

Today I learned
a heart divided cannot stand.

Signed,
Azador Xanatov

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Daedalan, in the year 417 AF.