not quite finished.

butterflies,
i didn't know they could fit in my stomach.
but there they were and
there i was
worrying that
he would hear their wings fluttering about.

minutes had turned to hours and
hours had turned to days and
days had turned to weeks and
weeks had turned to months and
months had turned to years and
years had brought us here,
to this moment.
had the minutes and, the hours
the days and, the weeks
the months and, the years
made us strangers...

i dont know where i'm going with this.
or rather
where this is going with me.