Why should I expect a nice goodbye?
You aren't mine anymore..

The butterfly flies and flutters
through the sky..without pain
without worry..

The mouse watches the butterfly..
from its lowly state
in the dirt..
unable to flutter himself.

The hawk grabs the mouse..
with its mighty claws..
and survives upon the mouse.

A heart forever broken..
forever damaged..
in need of repair..that may not
even be possible.