“Can you wind message me?”
he asked, with pre-drip eyes.
I was leaving, he knew
at the next sunrise.
I smiled so softly
even teddy bears would be proud,
as I blundered on a “yes “,
a “for sure “; to him this I vowed.
And so I would kiss the air
every evening and day,
wipe my miss tears on feathers
“I love you “ I‘d say.
What consolation,
to have the leaves wiggle back,
a grin on my cheekbones,
two feet on one track.
It wasn’t long after,
when the journey was done,
he smiled a thank you
“for the whispers “ dear Mom.
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