A feather
torn from the wings,
mid air.
The airborne wanderer
at the mercy of winds.
forsaken by sky,
unwanted on land.
A flight of fancy
and its sad end
Sometimes
I think the unthinkable
And my frightened hands
grope in dark
seeking your hand.
Don’t leave me
even in my worst nightmare
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