The Empty Nest

Thinking about the past, it feels like it happened yesterday,
We lived in our cocoon, unaware of the world spread in front of us,
Eagerly waiting to spread our wings and fly,
Not fly away, but just fly around.

Impatient to see the beauty outside the cocoon,
Wanting to see the world through our own eyes,
Making a promise to fly around,
And come back to the same nest,
Promising to come back for each other

But when would the butterflies get back to the nest,
Each one following the desired route and path,
Each one with different view flying individually,
Each one having an ambition to achieve
Each with a strong will power and desire to conquer,

Stopping at some point, looking back at the past
Thinking about the other, and wishing the best
Wondering if their paths would ever cross again,
Will they ever want to leave what they built?
And fly back to the old nest of joy and happiness.