To a friend moving on to the next page–best of luck.
Otherwise, Feathers and Thorns chapter four posted.
“Clara”
You were fear pacing through uninvited thoughts.
Before we met you, we knew you only by the remainder of space misplaced.
When omniscience strikes it bears no warning, for you should know already.
Are we built around you, or for you?
Mattering matters.
To caress an angel is to learn both glory and sorrow.
The same lesson burns bright upon a pyre.
Things otherwise bountiful to life with such lackluster intensity.
Passion and fire are not the same, but try to convince a paramour.
Try to be a paramour.
Some say nothing’s sad until it’s over, and then everything is.
Some say time heals all wounds, and quitters never win.
You thought you could be angry, but we weren’t worth the fight.
We dreamt you were our life sentence, and we could want no possibility of parole.
And so the world turns.
Killers murder because they must, and lovers do the same.
Yet the word Soldier means either, depending on your name.
Close your eyes and look around.
You’ve already wished so many hopes for the last time, and still you’re waiting.
When have you ever reached tomorrow?