The Stargazers

It seems only yesterday when I think of it,
An inky sky was our blanket and the stars
Gently distracted us from everything and everyone,
Bonding like lovers. How I wish we’d been.
I felt the brief beating of a butterfly’s wings,
And there it fluttered, quietly, ’til now,
A spanner in the works.
Butterflies, such lethal beasts, lurking beneath reason.
Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and I wonder
How stargazing led me here.