Once again summer has come
to remind me it’s impossible
to go back, grab my net
and catch the butterflies
that forever eluded me.

No it’s too late and I can never go back
because this is the road I am traveling now.

This is the road, the pavement,
the speed, the aorta, the bleeding thumb,
the lost childhood, the beating heart,
the butterflies, the hope.

the shattered wings
lying by the side of the road.