The Flight of Birds
I’m fixating on this late autumn sky to remember the flight of some birds.
The Flight of Birds I heard her late at night praying to die. as if she would live forever. The hardest thing for the heart to feel is a future of never. I watched you standing on the driveway, as we got in the car to go. Your solitary stare in the garage light left an afterglow. Unlike the scripts of the shows you watched, there was so little right…
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