She was his inspiration
His muse
She filled him with music
and books
She filled his belly with food
and believed in his dreams,
when no one else did.
She came into his life one day
and changed it forever
Now she is gone
and he is still here
No one else compares
The crows circle above him,
waiting…
He walks like everyone else
but with each step
he gets closer to her,
further away from everyone else,
but,
closer to her
As the seconds tick by
As the seasons change
As the years pass by
And he grows older
The crows continue to circle,
waiting…
He is waiting,
just like them,
for the same reason.
So maybe,
when he closes his eyes
and takes his last breath
He will get to see her again,
In an afterlife,
he isn’t sure is real.
He waits
and
waits
He looks up at the crows
And smiles
‘Soon,’ he tells them.
‘Soon…’
-C.H.
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