To have loved is everything. And I loved once: a song I heard trilling in the crisp morning air. To have grown a pair of wings like I have done and slipped the knot closer on a dare, is the way we talk about the things we've seen, the table for one and drinks for ten. It's easy to conceive. A letter from another life, a person you once were, a person that you haven't been in years.
I know you once gave your word and broke it the first chance you got, bending in to me. On the roof I saw a bird, a thing alive with fire and song singing out the end, whispers of the waves. See it now pluck your heart from its home and resting place. See it place it back. See you become young again before I rattle out my blackened lungs again, crashing through the waves and wearing feathers and fins. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies.