Fly Butterfly Fly.....

I have  had to love my butterfly.
The first butterfly I ever adored......

Today, we both   agreed to begin this walk together .

We hold  hands and tag   each other  along.
Time to love.
Time time   to   heal the wounds and mend broken   pieces.
Don't   hate me for this step .
I tried hard to let you   see...
Fly butterfly fly....
Fly butterfly fly  ....
Fly to encircle my world with love...

Kofi and I had not seen each other in seven years.
We had constantly   kept in touch. Don't   get me wrong ,  we weren't   best friends who spoke on a daily or weekly   basis but he was just   one of the few people   who remembered   my birthday   without   having   to   see a post on social media.

We grew up together .  He used to be my best friend   turned boyfriend   and then  enemies   at some   point. We stopped   talking   for   a few days but well  he just   wouldn't   let go. So miles away, we kept   in   touch   and he would   send me some money from time to time. We weren't   in a relationship. Each time, the topic   came up I would   ask him to wait   till we met in person .

It's weird how it's   been seven long years yet seeing him felt   like  he had  always   been  there. Nothing   had   changed . Tonight ,  we revisited   the   past. Kofi felt hot all of a sudden   even   with   the   air condition   on. He hated the idea. I on the other   hand   felt a need to revisit the   past if we had to work on us.

I had been   looking   forward   to   seeing or hearing from you Fr.......mer. At least a text to let me know   that   we still stood the chance of being at least friends. For me, it has   been   a long wait. I can't  seem to tell what   you   would   do next. It feels   like   you   are   happy  where   you   are .
For me, it has been  picking and throwing   pebbles  along the street. No pebble has suited my purpose....

I have  had to love my butterfly.
The first butterfly I ever adored......
Fly butterfly fly....
Fly butterfly fly  ....
Fly to encircle my world with love...

Challenging week for me but I'm  glad I pulled   through.  This piece   is for the person   who wanted to kill me with sixteen scoops of ice-cream. ...You mentioned my write up would be about you....well my muse, welcome home.....