The words hung
voiceless and pale in
fresh morning air.
A crow's call through
the opened window.
My note already lay
unfinished and raw
and she
was there
behind the words.
It was a long time
before I let them in.
voiceless and pale in
fresh morning air.
A crow's call through
the opened window.
My note already lay
unfinished and raw
and she
was there
behind the words.
It was a long time
before I let them in.
