I'd like to give you
a gift.
But what...
A crumb or a poppy seed?
...No,
It should be a sparrow.
Let it memorize me,
fly over walls,
with bright sidelong glances
and flash of wing.
We have a single heart Love,
but it turned against me,
though I would wait forever
so long as it was for us.
So much love seems a bad omen.
Always hungry to be seen and known again.
To be whole,
to feel.
If I use my mind, there is no space
between death and the word death...
and our last days grow more beautiful
night by night.
Sometimes Love,
a sparrow sings, in a language so difficult,
it brings tears to your eyes.
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