And So It Goes....

Counting the miles until...
...3....
2....
1....
I see you again.
And it all comes rushing back,
all the hurt, the pain, the sadness and...
yes. The love.
He's got your eyes, you know.
Your eyes and your laugh.
Your smile and your mannerisms.

Butterflies make a yearly migration.
It may have taken longer than a year,
but I'm so glad you fluttered back into my life.