on her window pane.
she sits staring
and hearing the words.
the sound of the rain,
take her back to last night.
in that moment,
her tears were warm.
the happiness began to give
off its warmth inside.
his words
she now could believe.
after all that has come
and all that has gone.
they leaned to hard,
and the bridge broke.
time played its role
they were far apart.
he used to be a monster,
and she was the healer.
she had no idea
the affects she could behold.
after the shut out,
and late night cries.
he was like a crow,
that would pluck at her face.
the winters snow,
took her place.
it covered him
in perfect wonder.
a blanket, a warmth,
that she used to provide.
she still sits by the window,
wonder when he will wake.
lies strangled her
from her breath.
she pushed away
everything she had felt.
time ran against itself
in the race.
the one day,
the crow arose.
the pressure of the snow,
no longer weighed him down.
he spread his weary wings,
and flew to her.
and they sat,
for hours of their life.
conversations of past,present, and future,
roll off their lips.
her tears, are joyous,
the disgusting is beautiful.
the crow is free
from the monster within.
she takes him in,
warms him like before.
not quick to get close,
not quick to turn away.
if there is anyone
that is meant for him,
its her.
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