Butterfly fields

There's not time enough for me.. to look for you, nor you to look for me. Though you may have many years I have only hours, that's why I left you flowers. There's little chance for me to recognize your face find your parading eyes, reduce the useless space. A curse to some, perhaps. but I'm content with my life and lot. After all I fear, It's all I've got. Still, would've been nice to meet and say hello.. Oh well, perhaps some other day, 'til then mon cher adieu. One of the shorter ones in May will do.