- Sophie: Hey Dad, you know how Halley's comet passes over ever 75 years?
- Dad: Who is she?
When you abandoned me,
I didn’t need an elegy
because you had planted
a flight of butterflies in my heart
whose path I follow
like a bedouin who knows
how to perfectly trace the footsteps
of his traunt mare.
Came across this short poem in my literature book today.