Once more…

She thinks of him once more,
Of all the times they shared,
She thinks of him once more,
As he sleeps –
Unaware.

She thinks of dirt underneath their feet,
Soil damp and soft, a living thing,
She thinks of leaves floating in the air
Trees greeting them with a wave,
She thinks of the wind brushing her hair,
Songs of birds and crickets’ chirps,
She thinks of the cage she used to wear,
Gown caught by brambles, lacerated,
She thinks of the woods, cruel and kind,
Silence, music; warmth and cold.

She thinks of him once more,
Of the honesty they shared,
She thinks of him once more,
And then she leaves –
Far away.

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