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.
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