The Avery
Frigid lilting, whispers flutter through my hair
the way we were when we were younger
all the gossip, caws and cackles
the way she held your hand, because she knew.
You both flew away from me
twitchy little birds all wrapped up in each other's eyes.
And I never really looked to yours or I might have seen her there
cooing sweetly, white and
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