Lingering Wings, Lingering Thoughts

A White Butterfly at Night

A white butterfly danced in the glow,

Lingering softly, drifting slow.

For a moment, time stood still,

A quiet whisper, a gentle thrill.

It made me pause, made me see,

A memory wrapped in night’s quiet breeze.

Simon would’ve loved this place, this light,

The coffee warm, the cakes just right.

I sat a while, let silence speak,

Felt the peace I didn’t seek.

Maybe it was just the night, just the air,

Or maybe — just maybe — he was there.