and you said
she said
im coming home
im going home
and it is tall and white
with a strong roof
and small plants along the walls
where the dirt meets cement
and learns which of them will move
and i have a room
with colour and substance
that sits coated over in memories
on the wall and ceilings
with words to remind me
that you never know if you can fly
unless you take that first jump
and i've jumped
now im flying home
thats what you said
she said
and here we are
on this patch of earth
where dirt rubs against the marble
and the blue sky stretches stern
with memories in the stone
and an angel with broken wings
holding a carved bouquet.
you said
she said
she was fine.
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