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our last breathI'll always see the feathers fly
carried on the wind
catching on the window pane.
I held your hand
and you whispered,
from just this side of heavens door,
in soft round tones, circles of apologies.I placed my finger on your fading lips
for we should only speak of love in times like these;
I couldn't meet your eyes
so I looked again upon the stars in the midnight sky,
that seemed to be lulling you into them,
with the most gentle of siren songs.A dove landed on the sill and peered back into me
and I knew it was waiting;
you gave my hand a weak caress
that bore all you needed to say,
I washed you anew with my tears of selfishness
for I knew I must release you.My eyes closed, without my permission
so I focused on just feeling you there;
then
our last exchange,
swirled around us as if the barest of air;
and all was gone
in a flurry of feathers and stars and wings and song
against a midnight sky;
and I might not see you in the light
but I'll always see the feathers fly.
