We were like fireflies dancing toward each other for years. She said there were butterflies before every date and when we grew up we lost touch. I thought, we could get through anything but she was empty. Every touch was cold and every night colder. I wandered at night listening to birds while she slept I would have given anything to sleep. Recount the good days in dreams and feel her warmth. She moved, and papers to sign and so many lawyers. Your last loving moments shared with accountants and strangers. She, looked well as I left court the butterflies gathered.