starved

You wrote a note for me
on a brown paper bag,
put a sandwich in it
and sent me on my way.
I ate the bag,
keeping the sandwich
in a shoebox
under my bed.
I wasn't ready for lunch
back then.
One year less a day later
I revisited the box,
feeling the need
for a bite.
Inside lay half a pencil
and a butterfly.
I replied to you
and released the creature.