The butterfly

All I do is sit here at the edge of the ocean. I watch all the happy people walk by my empty home. Nothing is more full of life than them. But everyday I see something even more peaceful and beautiful.
A butterfly. Its wings a wonderful dark shake of purple and blue mixed together. It flys past my window everyday.

I always put out some sugar water for it. when it flutters down from the calm ble sky above it rests and takes a small bit. The colors mesmorize me. They make me lose all intrest in the world. It's so beautiful, though I wonder if its the same butterfly every day.

"Hey. I have your treat for today."
It flutters above my head until I set the small tub of sugar water down.

"I see you everyday. But you never fly with anyone else. Whay is that?"
I know it's silly of me to exspect an answer but I do.

"Are you alone just like I am, in the house?"
It flys away from the tub and circles around me. Does it want to tell me something?

"Are you saying something to me?"
It lands on my shoulder still moving its wings. It then flys around me again.

"What are you saying little one?"
I hold out my hand and its lands. I finally understand what its telling me.

"I'm not really alone? Yeah now that you visit me eveyday I guess I'm not alone anymore."