Butterflies

Is it crazy to say I miss you,

is it crazy to say that I think about you every waking moment, every breath spent on speaking out your name when you're not around. This feeling, it's fleeting, like butterflies when the wind shifts and they scatter without warning, like a dream I almost remembered, but it slipped just as I opened my eyes. You linger below my mundane thoughts, quiet thoughts of you in my yearning mind. I find you among the fields when the fog comes to settle, in half-written sunsets, in songs I skip because they sound too familiar. I whisper to the silence as if it knows your name, the silence unravels as it whispers back. Maybe I’m foolish, or maybe this is just what missing someone feels like, like butterflies descending on rose petals beyond the horizon.