Ennui’s end

You were my hospital,

living and breathing,

and I forgot you were

there

 

You were old friends

before

they were processed

 

You were the innocent hand

I held until you died,

sailing with silk in

your grasp

to the highest nest

 

What can I give

to you

what can I give

to you

 

Unembarrassed,

what can I give to you

to make you smile

to bring you home

to make you smile

to bring you home

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