Roof of the sky leaks
A plumber looks for a tissue
In the duskiest summer

my foot just clinked
two
empty glass coke bottles
together and it sounded like rain
rolling off your roof.

the parallels of she and her and you
and the era extinct.
the notes that linger on the rooftop
the shapes that she drew
the shapes that you colored in
the notes that were written
the notes that were written
and erased.


the absence is not new,
though rises like a dull sun in winter
in search of somewhere
less white.

My home is a tiny cabin in the woods,
My voice a timid trail of smoke from
The quaint log chimney
That would never reveal the pain
Hiding under the shiny tin roof.
You hold my bleeding heart
Carefully, like a baby bird just
Stretching it's wings, and you
Stitch it back together with your  
Whispers of strength
Like quiet raindrops on a tin roof,
I
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