Goodbyes were said but not bygone

A grown man’s tears needn’t be shed

As the gracious butterfly slipped out of his grip

So he turned his back, not to see it fly away

Days go by and old man can do nothing but wait

The sun waits with him but even he has to go home sometime

An undeclared interest in miss pretty wings?

Or is it an Open secret not talked about?

Chinese whispers distort truths

But the truth can also kill

Or get lost in translation across the Atlantic

These distortions need clarification

So everyone turns to wise Old man

And on the night she was betrayed

Late at night, Last night when they gathered for supper

Judas raised his wine glass all tipsy and grinning

Turns to old man and asked                                      

“A mockingbird in my grapevine, sang me lullaby,                            
a riddle more like, about a Butterfly

That flew away into the skies

But the keeper of the lighthouse

Whom it kept company for many a years

Yearns silently for its return”

She’ll be back he replied

And I’ll be glad when she does

But I don’t love her, never have, and never will!!!

And quietly, his heart broke

A little harder than any of the days He’s been waiting till she Returns…