I remember you
not as you are
but as my heart
wills you to be
awaiting the sunrise
I stand on the precipice
I feel the wind
flying over me
I want freedom
strength like the falcon
the bright falcon
that soars on wings
I love the memory
pushing me up
high above
I can forget
for a second
that it isn’t real
and will never come to be
-E.
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