Poetry 365

Where did you find me even, as i walked into the bar
five years passed, my heart half broken,
my bones soaked in a fine liquor.
I did not think you knew me then,
of me maybe, about me, just as I knew you.
Having never really spoken, you smirked as if
you’d seen a ghost of higher splendor.
Last time, you remember,
perched on the arm chair
in your younger brother’s bedroom,
a thirteen year old bird
a wingless beauty with golden feathers.
You knew of me, I was sure,
about me, like I knew you.
but I did not think you felt me yet,
all my inclinations towards
inclement skies and
all-encompassing immensity
we never really took off high, until now
but I had always been afraid to soar.
I am still unsure whether it is me or the company
that makes your eyes fade to the cloudiest of hopeful grays.



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