The Dead Butterfly Collector

time travel---found this in pages!!

I remember--
I was just brushing the dust off..
from old papers--diaries..
Some of the hidden treasures reside in them--
I myself do not dare;
Dare to open them at times--
One such day...
a butterfly fell of my page---


I had given my childhood treasure to somebody...
my collection of butterflies...
I just kept one with me--
At that moment--
it felt right--
To connect to someone--
you give a part of you to them --
in those times--
that was the deepest connection--



Today..
As I see it---
I miss my treasure...
I miss the "Seven" I gave away---
the Eighth is black and dull....


Past told me--never to share in Present!
Present tells me to keep my treasure with myself---
Future --- I don't see it anymore--


I look at the wings...
the delicate black and yellow stripes--
and place my butterfly back;
Safely in the pages--