Somewhere in our past,

my heart it fused with yours.

It didn’t happen fast –

yet it happened without a pause.

The edges of the scars

he left are rough on mine.

Your pain becomes recast,

sending shivers to my spine.

And –

Those wings you thought you grew,

were there long before you knew;

It seems I’ve grown some too .

Through each other’s pain we flew

and so we knew it well.

Your wings were stronger than you knew,

they lifted me as I fell.

So upon those scars,

let me trace my fingers –

I’ll lift you with my wings,

I’ll lift you as it lingers.


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