The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

The world spins on, and I'm here standing still,
Haunted by the space that only you can fill.
I've penned my chapters, but the ink runs dry,
It's your name that echoes under every sky.

Oh, the one who got away, do you feel the space we made?
In every crowd, it's you I seek, in every shadow, every shade.
I'm stepping forward, but my heart remains behind,
In the hope that you'll return, and once more I'll find...

The safety of your arms, the harbor of your embrace,
Where every shattered piece falls back into place.
You're the missing verse, the melody that stays,
The home within your arms, the light in all my days.
I've tried to lock the door, leave the past behind,
But your love was the key, the one of a kind.
If whispers in the wind could bring you to my door,
I'd send a thousand words, like waves upon the shore.

Oh, the one who got away, can you hear my heart's refrain?
I'm searching for the echo of your voice, calling my name.
I'm moving forward, but I'm looking back in vain,
For the one who got away, to bring me home again.

So here's my love letter, to the one who slipped through,
The one who held my heart, in ways only you knew.
If you ever feel lost, if you ever long for home,
Remember my arms are waiting, and you're never alone.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis