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When Daylight Comes
At sunrise, my window catches the folds
of colors. Leaves swaying from the trees.
Beads from your bracelet scattered – left behind.
The memories of us fade into the sky.
You are no longer a part of me. Red-
winged birds chirp. The hold
on my chest releases. So now
they might recognize this pain is over.
Your tortured song
poured out from
a place this woman no longer wishes to hear.
Young, intelligent, beautiful, and finally her.
From rough hands
over to a gentle new surprise.