You were a butterfly on my fingertips
Lingering for the briefest moment before
Dancing away nonchalantly
Leaving nothing but an impression

You were a snowflake on my palm
Crystalline and perfect moments before
Melting in my presence
Naught more than a droplet in a pond

You were a spark in a dead fire
Brilliant and illuminating before
Dying in the coals
Obscene with your disappearing act

What more can I prove,
Than that these simple realizations
Are the foundation of my liveliness
Delicate seconds presiding over a lifetime of disinterest