i call out your name with my hands
safely so noone can hear my longing,
the tone in my fingers, see the way they bend
themselves to beckon you back home.

i smile at empty walls, remembering.

you were here once, close enough to touch
my poor little birdy, always beating yourself
against things searching for a freedom

i did not own.

contentment escaped through the cracks,
through the spaces i could not fill with hope
alone.

i promised you everything would get better
but in the end, you only wanted to prove me
wrong so

this is your song.

this is your poem, your final escape, these
are your words. you can have them and i

will continue listening for a sigh, for an
echoing goodbye. it's coming now, closer,
closer, i want you to know,

down the hall, growing louder,
emptying my soul.

09/17/2004

Posted on 09/17/2004
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