it was midway through summer
the year after the end
when i saw a butterfly
fluttering aimlessly
as if time is to bend
the mere sight of it
made my heart skip a beat
faltering, following its guide
to where i can't remember
the memory i can't revive
all that's left
and all that echoes
is that it was midway through summer
the year after the end
and a warm feeling inside