& its 2 in the morning

Some tragic crow is calling over the dawn of the day, the dusk of the night, the burning of the stars; above the thrum of the fan in the room

& we have barely slept

The window curtains part wide in the wind, angel wings inviting and maybe we can even see heaven on the other side. I try and see your smile in the clouds but I blink and you are gone

& we are still learning

Oh, brother. I have finally escaped. But it doesn’t quite feel like it yet

(2 Be whole again)