after Clint Smith
If a million years ago the butterfly
flew in a different
direction do you think
I would have gotten lucky enough
To meet you at
a different place and time,
maybe we would both
have grown up in the same town
and you were only one house over,
maybe we would have never
met at all, maybe we wouldn’t have
even been people,
maybe you would have been
a sunflower and I was a seed
resting on you,
maybe the butterfly would have
blown the seed into the feather of a
birds wings which might have
flown me to the other side of
the ocean, maybe a storm
would have came
and blown the butterfly towards
the hills where the sun
was still shining
and the seed
could grow to be a tree
and you would have cut me down
to be the home that held you,
maybe you would have been
a frog and I a scorpion
and when I asked you to
carry me across this river
you would have done so even
though we both may’ve drown
together, maybe the whole world
would have caved in
and an asteroid took everything out
and we were never
anything at all
I could keep going
but what I am trying to say is
it breaks my heart
for I hadn’t even had the chance
as I was born in a different time
in a different place
where you weren’t
the love of my life.