Butterflies

I came back to you last night and it was as dull as
A day at your mother’s, we had nothing to say
And nothing to do except that and we did it our minds
Miles away, mine on the weather and where
I was going today, the things I had to do
With my new-found freedom, yours on yourself and who
Ever else is involved in your sudden self-display.
We used to talk when we were caterpillars.