August, 25 1986

My last words to him

Love, I leave you with no hard feelings. I want you to sing with happiness and never feel sorrow. Love, I will carry your sorrow. Read the books I left on your pillow, smell the lavender. Bring bread to the park to feed the ducks, remember, they’re always hungry. Shower her in cherry blossoms and bring her tea when her heart aches. I hope you never feel alone again.
I fell out of my nest too long ago, I can’t be domesticated. I’m a lost, scared, fragile bird with broken wings that can’t heal. I’m trapped on one side of the glass … ❤️

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