My dreams, they flitter
Out of my grasp
Joy
Laughter
Holding your hand
The memories
They never last
Like butterflies
They fly away
I run
Jump high
Try to catch them
But they refuse
To stay
Tears pour down my face
As you say goodbye
You fly
To the clouds,
Leaving me behind
Somewhere otherwhere
Is an important place to be
More important than
Weak,
Feeble me