you're like
landing in a tree,
and all the
branches move below me.
i
bellow your name
to the sky.
it sounds like tweet.
you're so sweet...
(you were) to me
in retrospect
i can't imagine leaving
without you but
the winds have changed.
i am south
and
you were always north.
i feel summer's much too short.
so
i sit here and sway,
bending with the broken
edges
of the love
that brought me down.
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