Spare

I was unsure before 
But I'm not unsure anymore.

The open fields were wider

Than before, maybe,

But only because sun shone

More grately.

I'd walk the fields.

In our days in running shoes.

From here to there

To spot a butterfly linger in the air.

A despair, was it secretly always there?

Into the background of these 

Pictures will I stare

Until realignment comes at the cost

I can spare.