In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.
“After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.”
“I'm watching the Weather Channel more than I've ever watched it. I'm scared to death it's going to rain.”