Why do the birds form a double you
As if they're asking why?
It's really true you went away
There's something in my eye…
The rain falls from a broken sky
And birds vacate the view
I am not prepared to say good bye.
...….......................................Are you?
If no one reads the words we write
Why would they leave a mark?
Charcoal dark and feather light...
The longing of the lark.
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