minutes seem to fly by with the blink of an eye I just sit here and wonder why you left us so young. the years seem to fly in I just want to sit with you one more time while we have a cup of tea and have you telling me I'm like a rash you get rid of me then I come back the next day I just want to be here with you.
I wish you could explain the meaning of the butterfly poem you showed me but I guess that will come one day.