That toy car you just touched
That blue bike stolen a week before christmas
Those white sneakers could not have been that tight

The kite went too far
The teacher laughed out loud
You went home without your eyes – all melting
And nobody noticed the sky without even a cloud

And not a friend to grasp
What was going on inside
You wrote a letter to a god who never reads between the lines

That night beautiful like
A hurt polar bear
You looked for faces, you heard sounds that were not there

Nothing:
You swallowed your heart
Or did I
Hear you sigh? nah!
You wrote this note straight to the dump, and good: You didn’t jump

But inside an old book you left a day
Butterfly