One Of Those Rare Bird People Poem by Alexzia Ferdinand

sometimes i entertain thoughts of
you leaving.
i dream of the glass breaking and i
always grasp the crystal too tightly. i wonder about
you floating off one day
just
being the lucky one again,
sprouting some wings of long ago lovely
and drifting away, not quickly
so strangely, i benefit
from watching you leave me.
and that's what my mind turns around
on those dark blue infinite nights
when i can't stop flying even in sleep.
so one day when you go-as i fear you will-
and fade fade fade
with your red red rose,
i can say
i thought of it first.
maybe then afterwards
i can stay standing