Growing Wings on the Way to Paradise

Posted: September 22, 2010 in My Poetry

The only way
I could sleep
when you died,
was to hypnotize
myself.

Pretending
the constant
ache between
my shoulders
meant
I was really
budding wings –

so I could fly
with you.

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