I am a rootless tree, a flightless bird.
Where once I would dig myself into the ground
or yearn for the sky
My palm is open, my grip is loose. I float along.
yet haunted by these memoriess of you...
I am content, decidedly so.
I hear your laughter I see your smile
In every event that is meant to break me.
I have buried you both in every place I've been.
How sweetly my heart was made to ache...
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