Butterflies

I close my eyes
I see you standing at my gate
Green eyes and shirtless tan skin
Butterflies

It's my birthday
You said you couldn't make it
But here you are, glowing
said my heart, you couldn't stand to break it
and here I am, smiling
Butterflies

Each butterfly holds a memory
a memory of a first love
Summer love
The kind of love you spend the rest of your life searching for
Once in a lifetime kind of love.
Butterflies

Butterflies die quickly
and the memories are gone as quickly as they fluttered in
Until I close my eyes again.