Her
I had been told about her.
How she would always, always.
How she would never, never.
I’d watched and listened
but I still fell for her,
how she always, always.
How she never, never.
In the small brave night
her lips, butterfly moments.
I tried to catch her and she laughed
a loud laugh that cracked me in two,
but then I had been told about her,
how she would always, always.
How she would never, never.
We two listened to the wind.
We galloped a pace.
We two, and away, away, away.
And now she’s gone,
like she said she would go.
But then I had been told about her-
how she would always, always.
