She was a bird
that I could only capture
through the cages I made
of empty words
sculpted those wings
so they could fly
to become the one
who would be said goodbye
set free into the world
took her flight of fancy
gave her the right of way
got myself wronged in every way
burning like wild fire
the bird flew away
the one holding the weightless cage
living in those yesterdays
not for the better
all for the worse
marked to be lost in
those listless herds
and buried under the weight
of his own empty words
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