SHE
for christina e. davis
Countless songs written for you
a million poems for your strange other
She muse
She lovely
She devil
She destroyer
She that was,
And here in this city of fogs, of cold
I throw out a poem out my window
watching it combust into ash and fragments
floating over your footsteps
as your shadow walks away, lonely, forsaken.
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