For you
When it all began a while ago
I first noticed the way your hair fell beneath your shoulders
like a mane of white petals
We traveled places together, and shared water
until there was nothing but blood between us
I've loved you in a way that makes no sense
in a way of snow on tree limbs, falling leaves,
changing winds
Your voice will sing many songs left
to stitch the wounds only you know are there
in the world
By Kathryn Tschabold
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