You're in the wind like the gust in my heart
sweeping up the curtains of black hearts.
My eyes can't wait anymore, they blow rain.
Little marble cup of you, I know you are not.
Tweet birds say sweet things like you did
and I try to be every good word you said.
One day, in the wind maybe I will read
all of your letters and ache like the swords
of guilt and regret and sad piano keys
your son strikes like arrows through the middle.
I hear your laughter explode out of my mouth
you dance your funny dance within the without.
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