I dreamt you were an
owl,
You called me pigeon
Because I knew how to
hide
I woke
you kept leaving me
for the night.
You said night
made you wise,
it’s the kind of
darkness you came from
that’s why you go back to it.
in the night -
I puffed up my chest
slept with all my hope
balled on the ledge of a broken window,
I had to get warm without you.
still thinking I could fly -
knowing the closest
thing to me
was your shadow.
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