Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

I was on your side, even with the demons on the stage, no time to share our love, I was writing a letter but you didn’t read it.

Now you are so far away, I don’t know how to send you the letter that was never opened. So I think about our last day together at night.

With an endless strive, I wandered the woods to find your hand reaching out but how can I keep a butterfly from being free. As I wish you here with me

Now wondering to myself, it this really how its meant to be? divided by time and life, for my heart still misses yours.

Always on your side, I let me love you and your demons, now I wonder who’s demon I followed.

I’m left behind with a mind full of knifes, cutting my thought to clarity, and with an endless strive I will always be at your side, as a butterfly needs to be free.

But now I understand, how hard we love, now I know you had to go and fly, as there is no goodbye for us to share and morn my thoughts of you, for the love we shared.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 09/09/2020