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"You came," her voice floated in the white
"Of course I came," I knew she was behind me
But I couldn't turn, only feel her hair touching my back
"It's a good sign." Her voice was a million echoing silver bells
"I guess I've started to realize..."
Her fingertips brushed my palm, light as wind.
"I have realized that it wasn't my fault"
"I told you it was a good sign"
In the corner of my eye, I saw strands of her hair, fluttering
"I miss you." I wanted see her, see her smile, white teeth and dimple
"I miss you too," her silver bell voice rung out sadly
"I can never forgive myself," my voice shook, my eyes burned
"Don't say that, it's not true"
Flowers underneath us were red, yellow and sky blue
"I should have been there, I should have always been with you"
My every atom ached for her, to turn and see her
I could remember the smell of waking up beside her
Starting my day with a wonder by my side
"Forgive yourself please, for me"
A flower was slipped into my hand, it was yellow
I turned and I saw her, she wore the garb of an angel
She smiled before she disappeared
Leaving me crying in the red, yellow and sky blue.
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 Feb 2013 sandra bourbeau
Cass
i've learned
that sometimes it hurts
a thousand times more
when you're aching
for something that hasn't happened
(yet)

and sometimes,
the things you haven't (yet) done
cause you more guilt
than the things you have
You might not believe what I have to say,
but...
I learned to fly the other day.
I stuck my tongue at the ground,
then jumped but didn't seem to fall down.
The wind caught my body and flew me so high
far away into the vast endless blue of the sky
and the clouds told me jokes
about small earthy folks
then giggled and waved me a smiling goodbye.
I flew to Brazil, I flew to Japan,
feeling so weightless,
feeling so grand...
But slowly and surely
my loneliness grew,
and I longed to smell grass
and the fresh morning dew.
I must admit I missed taking a stand
with my brothers and lovers.
the immortal "man".
So I started to gently float back down to the trees,
to far away lights,
and pizza covered with cheese.
Now I'm back home with my family and friends.

Oh wait, you want to learn how to fly?
Well... just give me your hand.


(By the way, I just wanted to say that I hope anyone and everyone reading  this is feeling like a total and complete awesome bad *** today because, well, you are. End of story)

(Hands you a taco and gives you a hug)
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