"Crime" Part 1

My heart was a flutter
the first time I saw you,
like a million butterflies
trapped inside my chest,
longing to be free.
The first time,
I laid eyes on you,
I swear,
my heart skipped a beat.

And in the blink of an eye,
you were gone.
Not a fingerprint,
not a footstep,
not a mark,
not a trace
left behind.
Not a hair from your head
out of line.
The day you murdered me...
You left no proof of the crime.

No leads to go on.
No suspects to blame.
No clues to this puzzle.
A mystery you remain.