I watched you slip off into sleep,
leaves descending from the castle keep.
You let down your hair,
laid down on the bed,
reciting from memory
all the lines you've been fed.

I held your hair as you threw up water,
claiming to be the forgotten daughter.
You held my hand
and you kissed my cheek,
said you thought you were cursed
by a landscape so bleak.

You rested for a couple days more,
then paced the walls for an open door.
We took to the park
and smoked by the river,
I swallowed the longing
that words failed to deliver.

By the time you recovered, you walked away,
to a seaside lover of salt and spray.
I am stranded here,
buried in snow,
searching the skies
for the wings I let go.