I Saw Her Face

She whispered into my ears, “Did you see that butterfly?” Do you want to know what happened ?” I did not know. “Did you kill it?” She looked straight into my eyes. “Why are you saying so?” I do not know exactly. Did I hurt her? It seems so. “Do not be sad,” I told her. Once I attached a string in a bird’s foot And let it be free. Two days later, I found it, cold, long dead. “It does not matter too much, does it?” I saw her face. Emotions are like clouds in the sky Always floating, always changing. I know I wounded her. And I deserve a beautiful rainbow.