My soul, damp at the staircase of your porch
Clings, clings to your scent.
I swam, far, so far,
To get to you.

It’s afternoon.
The wind grows thick.
The birds scoop through the sky.
And after moments of wincing at the sky,
The tip of my soul makes a sound.
And the only elements on Earth who understand
Are the birds and the sky.

At night, before morning peaks out her head
Thousands of fireflies twirl around my heart
Bringing warmth and light to it,
As an attempt to revive it.

If you’re so lonely
If you’re so troubled
Look for me.
She doesn’t see me.

Greiby Medina

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