Butterflies Mistaken

It was born in a flourish
Of wishes and wants
And knowing that it was
Possible

Each missing a piece
That would complete
A thought
A feeling
A note
A song

The piece was oddly
Shaped
From the miles
It appeared a fit
Butterflies
Were not easily
Mistaken nor
Matched

Time
Revealed
Only
Moths

(for chris. because we never really know for sure.)