rain pounding on my window
asking me to let it in
the rain is already inside though
it’s been raining where I’ve been.
smooth wings in my hand, dear
smooth brown wings
I know they’re only wooden, dear
but I imagine where they’ve been
small shavings forming
small ripples under
your fingers that have
touched mine.
just wings, just wood, just
memories, just hope
that steady me when from nightmare I wake
that solidify life that otherwise slips away
that remind me you were there and you
could be again.
I pray you’re safe from the rain, dear
I pray you’re safe from the wind
but I’m still knocking at your heart, dear
oh won’t you let me in.