Little Butterfly Poem by Chris Zachariou

You flirted so sweetly.
Oh, how you laughed when
he teased you and how

cute you looked, blushing
the way you did every time
he called said you name.

So shy, so bashful!
You glowed when he told you
how wonderful you are.

I could hear you;
playful, warm, so coy.
Yet all your words
were so familiar.

That's the way
you spoke to me then
but now you talk in riddles
or you tell me we were never
more than strangers.

I so wanted to join in
your brilliant conversation
and to tell you how much
in awe of you I am my rising star.

But you know I'm a social misfit
lacking skills in clever repartee
and the sparkling wit of others.

It occurs to me though
that behind this façade
our reality has always been
you and I are so much alike.

And we both know the truth
when all the hurt is healed
and all the anger 's done
maybe then, just maybe...