A Penance

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To be her is my destiny. She is pure and so she is free. SHE is: A blessing to her parents, a darling to her friends, a treat to her children... She exists in many forms for everyone. My journey will end when I become her.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Not because you left

I cry
Not because you leave
to spread your wings wide
and fly away
as I watch you become a speck in the sky

I cry
Not because you left this nest
in search of your dreams

The tears speak of guilt
of a gaping hole that returns no memories
of a lonliness
of a wish long forgotten