a butterfly passed by today
soft, almost unnoticed
as if it didn’t want to interrupt
just remindit hovered gently
above a place
that once held a life
a story
a version of me
that no longer existsand still…
it cameas if the universe speaks
in quiet languages
we are still learning to hearnot in words
but in wings
in presence
in timinganimals don’t question meaning
they are the messageand maybe
we were never meant
to understand everything
only to feel
when something arrives
with a softness
that doesn’t belong to chancethe butterfly didn’t stay long
it didn’t need tosome things are not meant
to be held
only noticedand believed

