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Now I know exactly what I was to you:

The wounded bird you relentlessly took under your wings

Some other bird broke me in half, and you sang and

you perched me upon your level and I grew into your image

And the day my wings healed I did not tell you.

I was too proud and too afraid that you would release

me into the wild

But you figured things out on your own and you unleashed

your claws and ripped loose the glue that held us together

And I have searched every crook and tin roof but you

have long been gone

Your scent still lingers in the air, somewhere, but

I do not follow anymore



There is a scent of something else that I am no

match for



You have escaped through the door and my heart

was too big to understand that

Sister

Friend

Mother

Lover

We once carried them all on our shoulders

Each phase brought deeper suns and heavier moons

(and everytime I could have told her) I froze

And you have took shelter in a place I cannot go

The place of forgetting.



and



I will not look for you anymore.