go back (butterfly)

it is never the same

in truth
you should never
go back

the emptiness
pervades the corners
and the spaces

familiar once
abandoned now

I am who I was
again . . .

nothing

nobody

nowhere

life
works as a trap
sometimes
to pull you back
when you thought
you’d made it

escape
is a butterfly
with fragile wings

sometimes
the wind blows
home

sometimes
it brings you
home

and
sometimes
I
am just
a butterfly

~