That night a perspective gets morphed
as innocence flew away.
Years graze in fields of bad decisions.
With a pasture that’s been tilled
so often with mistakes.
I forgot the butterfly was in flight.
When I heard of the suicide:
leaving behind a grief stricken wife,
caught within his web of lies.
Gone is the disease that fed on my plants.
Finally able to land and
harvest off the nectar.