an ode to those who listen -- journal

[tomorrow]

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10th Entry. And You Fly
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A scrawled poem.

You were strong
You were loud
You had confidence
You had spirit
You could've been an actor
Or an accomplished conman
But you were mine
And I was yours
For a very short time

I remember watching you twirl
A yellow top like the morning sun
A billowing skirt like crashing waves
Light shining through dusty windows
The wood floor sturdy under your light steps
You'd drag me to my feet
And you'd dance
While I tried to keep up

You swore we'd be together for as long as we lived
But you lied
Now another has taken your place
And I drown in the midday sun

She is strong
She is beautiful
She is hurting
And I wish I could help her

She loves boldly
She loves brashly
She loves as a bird teaches its young how to fly
A push, and suddenly you're in freefall
And you fly
And you fly

But she is not you
She is not mine
And I am not hers

I love like a lone sparrow
Fluttering between branches
My heart is small and moves fast
And I ask for a quiet place to build my nest

But you are a lone stump
She is a tall aspen
I am just a sparrow
And I cannot give you what you need