Huddled, hiding in their wings
as a violent, sideways rain
pummels, until nothing remains
She wants silence
She wants to be alone
She wants to hear destiny speak
She wants the winds of change
to blow through her front door.
He wants to love
He want to hear her say his name
He wants the pity without the shame
He wants to learn to live with the
ghosts
ghosts
without having to remember their
names.
names.
There are blackbirds in all the trees
from here to Memphis.
The sun is out
trying to heal the pain
caused by brother rain.
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