I never got to

See you take flight

But still,

I hear your wings

Kiss the air

And you’ve flown

Something close to south

And I wept in private

Like empty batteries

In a kitchen drawer

But seasons


And the other birds

In other nests

Are beautiful

But oh Birdy

Oh Birdy



You will be so loved

And the sea would overflow.

With my tears of joy

To know where you are.

My book Until She Sings is out now.



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