I wonder why things come better in twos
What is, the greater use?
I hold my wings under your wound
Hoping I can heal you soon...
My feathers brush against your chest
As I feel you take a deep breath.
How does the air feel in your lungs?
Does it circle back, just because?
My tears crash through, your blazing fire
Noticing, now, your true desire...
Fear breaks through and I turn away
But then I hear your voice, you painfully say:
"Please don't leave me here all alone,
"I need you to help me get on home!"





© Kathrine Richards