Fleeting Butterfly Poem by Justin Williams

It feels like you know me and I know you,

As my cute stranger pulls a smile.

Dangerous where this could lead to,

Falling in would not be worthwhile.

My pupils dilate-

when he stares into my eyes.

For a text I can’t wait.

Why does he give me butterflies?

I must tame these thoughts and lock them up,

but his lips would smooth it over.

If I lean in and touch his skin,

Would I regret it when I’m sober?

His timid eyes look newly open,

and his smile is dying to be kissed.

I know these words cannot be spoken.

Once gone he will be missed.

What a nice little surprise,

but now it’s over with nothing left to say.

Maybe one day he’ll realise,

I was the one that got away.

When he walks in he lights up the room,

My eyes glide over his skin.

Why did he fly away so soon?

I daydream he would let me in.

Does he ever think about me?

and I ask myself why-

I had to set him free,

My fleeting butterfly.