Passer-by

Like a summer butterfly dancing
with the breeze, radiance spreading,
I will pass and one day die
just be brave, its alright to cry.

In your memory, frameless pictures remain
eluded with colors and friendly domain.
How bad you wish I am still there
holding you close when no one could care.

Passing days shall be gloomy,
nights may appear cold and empty;
Void heart, pondering mind,
grasping for something to remind.

As you grieve, season is changing;
Another summer butterfly arriving
may brighten and cheer you up,
lift your load, share your cup.

Please don't refuse, we'll be fine;
I am sending you violets as a sign.
I know how much you do miss me
just wear a smile for me to see.