Why must we stare
Into the face of our inadequacy?
Into the visage of our failures?
It's not fair,
But life is not.
Later I will kill him,
Stab that forgetting butterfly
Because I can't bear this pain.
Maybe I'll rip off his wings
And laugh.
He forgot me
But can't be bothered
To erase the searing imprint
He left in me.
I wonder what happens
When a trusting person lets
A missionary kid
Into her inner
circle,
When he never can put down roots
And she can never uproot hers?
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