Butterfly with Broken Wings

It must have been the butterfly 

With broken wings

That made me suffer

As I watched it try to flutter

It was consumed by the gravity of death

It’s beauty fading in its body

It must have been my yearning

To be freed from my own cage

In which I could relate

It must have been the summer

Hot sidewalk 

Flipping the butterfly on its side

I looked away 

Afraid my sorrow would rupture the sky

Turning it to water

Drowning out the butterfly