Mariposas

You say that nothing, nothing
is like before
that in the end
why the hell did you stay
that I'm worse than
almost everyone else
that it's better
to stick with what happened in February
look at me, your crystal eyes shining
I'll drink whiskey with a couple
of ice cubes
I won't talk about when the sky fell
down
while you're gathering your pictures
put on a coat
and leave everything and let's go from here
in the morning
you'll see the butterflies in the garden
heading to the sea
you rest your face on the glass
you tell me