Flutter by, butterfly

A white butterfly flew into my room.

My housemate saw and screamed, "How come you get a butterfly in your room? I get geckos and cockroaches! It must be your smell."

Little white butterfly stayed with Little Dove for a few days.
One day, it fluttered aimlessly and slowly descended to the ground.

Then it died.

And I realized,

something in me died not too long ago.

Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I'm only falling apart...
Little Dove