Butterflies

Dedication: This poem was written in 1983 for Anna. I hoped that she could bear the pains and scars of my young life. She could not.

Butterflies

Can you tell me why I got butterflies when our lips met for the first time?
Can you tell me why I trembled when you reached out and took my hand?
Can you tell me why I felt warmth inside?
Can you tell me why I melted into your arms when I stared into your eyes?
What have you done to me?
Why do I feel so close to you when these things have only happened in my mind?
These questions do not matter to me.
But I do know that I am scared of the future because of the past.
But this much I will ask you now my friend.
If by chance our paths travel in the same direction, will you take my hand and help us to find the answers together?