Our love
once a beautiful Monarch.
Remembrance of colors
once vibrant
brilliantly fluttering
adorned in 
techno colored happiness;
Our love
a beautiful Queen butterfly
crimson and bold
lighting up the night
in speckled scarlet light
Shining into forever...
Until,
I watch it now dying
crippled and lying with
dull and colorless wings
flapping lifelessly 
in the cool evening breeze.
I’m longing for
the golden bright 
orange and purple
sunset that was once 
our love...
Sitting, wondering 
if it was a dream.
If you and our butterfly love
was just a figment 
of my imagination...
Our love 
in retrospect.