I came to your room after my class,
to find you with a handful of frustration and sadness
leaking from your fragile hands.
Unspeakable words slipped off the tip of your tongue,
touched with a sigh draining from your lungs at the end.
I was never the one with a way of words
nor the one for optimism.
But I suppose I was the one to find some sort of escapism
in such beautiful things.
I had witness the rain fall
not long before
creating a paint stroke of beautiful colours across the sky.
Not much comfort was found at the time.
Until I had pointed it out to you.
Your body leaped towards the outdoors
to experience this masterpiece painted on the sky's canvas.
That hurricane of frustration and sadness faded away,
and happiness bloomed like a bouquet.
All you could do was
smile
and mesmerise
the beauty of this masterpiece while
I stood there admiring the true artwork in the gallery
right in front of me.
And with that smile still deeply engraved on your face,
you turned around to me and mouthed,
"Thank you."
I never expected that
to work out -
showing you your rainbow.
But you.
You were
my rainbow.
