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The Avery
Frigid lilting, whispers flutter through my hair
the way we were when we were younger
all the gossip, caws and cackles
the way she held your hand, because she knew.
You both flew away from me
twitchy little birds all wrapped up in each other's eyes.
And I never really looked to yours or I might have seen her there
cooing sweetly, white and preening
I burrowed deep but I should have known,
should have seen it coming.
I slept numb and bleary through all I could
and still the trees were naked, empty when I rose.
And you've been gone a long, long time
but I remember late last May
when you and I were warm and green
you sang for me and told me I was beautiful,
that you'd be back
I built a little nest for us you see
I don't have wings but I can wait,
wherever you are, it's spring.
It's just a rough version but I read something that made me think...quite sad, actually. I should write more and then maybe I would be so rusty. Ah well, nothing wrong with a bit of lj narcissism, right? Kinda redundant.