Blue Butterfly

  Only The Lonely

He was young and handsome, attractive on the outside;
but no so, on the inside. But this would change.
For he was a work-in-progress.

She was just beautiful.

One day, 
one cried, but not the other: one cared, but not the other.

Where one was at, the other was not.
Now there is only one.

For him, a time for retrospection and the
taking of ownership and responsibility for his part.
A time for healing,
allowing for transition and renewal - moving forward.

Blue Butterfly

Making new discoveries, both within and without.
Being patient, waiting for the right person to come into his life.

Good wood makes for a good fire. Bad wood...

Blue Butterfly

Timothy E. Stevenson   July 30, 1998  ©


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