a million moments i think of you. one million tiny goodbyes to say to each memory of you. leaving you here means i won't see you again; not until i get to new york, or until i come back. i may leave you here for good my love. i'll cross that bridge you jumped off and never look back.
but i'll take your bird breath with me in my hollow heart. i'll keep your feathers in my shoebox. and i will listen so hard while i'm looking.
i'll listen for your song.
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