Thursday, August 4, 2011

fly away

(in anticipation of a moment that is sure to come)

The sky came
falling on our heads.

My heart
was in your hands
While yours
was in my teeth.
You couldn’t hold me up
&
What more could I have said?

No umbrella
would shelter us from this
if a kiss
could make us crumble.
Freedom was a bird
& she wept
When she left us here
To drown in her rain.

In all my selfish pain
I still knew…
That you, were always
More than us.

So I stitched
my heart
Back onto my sleeve
When you needed
your hands
To fly away.

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