Black feather on your pillow
Been days since you took flight
Seen ways to to fly by night
Over the willows
Claws tick down wooden stairs
My poems pour about your death
You speak until I’m out of breath
But no one cares
The smell of everything you touched
I hope it never goes away
I hope I never smell that day
I can’t believe it hurts so much
Black feather on your pillow
Been days since you were here
Though the reason ain’t clear
Now it’s just me and crow
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