How I See You Now #43
October 11, 2000

A shadow
of someone that isn't supposed to be here.
And has tried too many times
to make requital with his own marrow.
I can hear you're small black wings
fluttering against a jailed window like broken love in a hospital gown.

While I sit on the edge of my bed in complete numb.
Unable to change how you came to be
so close to the finish, so soon.