Down from the skies, butterflies descend to fields 
riddled with mice. Enticed by their fluttering, he 
walked out into the tall grass and met with surprise. 
He's spinning his wheels while walking fields to reach 
town and coming back alone. And two miles west in deep 
unrest and sadness lives a girl he'd never own. Pepper 
gray sky. A dirt road dry except for its muddy 
shoulder. Out in the grass he sees the lass, that same 
girl who played dead, that same girl who never bled, 
full of barren, droughty veins  but in the field there 
she still looked so pretty and so plain. It was either 
delusion or some blood transfusion had cured her pain. 
Blood or no blood, his flower bud was no fossil, she 
was a precious stone. He recalled the way the music 
played in the background when they were on the phone. 
'Keep On Loving You' and 'The Glory of Love' are the 
songs he can recall. Ironic, in fact, that this 
soundtrack accompanied their ending. And it was not 
fair, yet he did not make the rules. But in his next 
life he plans not to suffer fools  at least not gladly  
and yet sadly in this one he remains a tool. Because 
whenever she comes on, she comes on like a carving 
knife. I guess he thought she'd be his wife; it was a 
stupid notion. When he saw her with the butterflies, 
dancing in the meadow, he should have just walked on. 
'What's that feeling in your stomach when I'm walking 
through your door?' he asked. 'Don't even try to tell 
me you ain't feelin' that. Your emotions are like a 
light switch now, when not too long before you'd be 
gasping when I stepped upon your welcome mat.' She 
frowned. 'Boy, I left you for a reason and here you 
still deny the truth, the way that you neglected and 
mistreated love, all the times you failed to listen and 
the words you spoke uncouth. Boy, it isn't any secret 
that I had enough.' These words she said just broke 
him. And as he cries, she denies the butterflies sprung 
from the glands behind her eyes. Inside she feels 
immaculate but she wouldn't know even if it were right.