tonight the light of embers falling
over shoulders never ending
memories and lines that i despise i write
alone long into the night
like faded blooms that filled
the rooms i filled with singing with my friends
but now the rooms are fading
empty and the endings pile up
like petals wilted brown and dry
and drifting to the pavement
in the puddles rippled raindrops
falling splashes echo out
and make the sound of shushing
voices like a lullaby i heard
and then i dreamed i was a bird
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