It clings,
Clings to your scent.
I swam so far, so far
to get to you.
It's afternoon
The wind grows thick
the birds scoop through the sky.
and after moments of wincing at the sky
the tip of my soul makes a sound
and the only elements on earth who understand
are the birds and the sky.
at night, before morning peaks out her head
thousands of fireflies twirl around my heart
bringing warmth and light to it,
as an attempt to revive it.
if you're so lonely
if you're so troubled
look for me.
She doesn't see me.
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