Birds

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I'll forgive you
I will

Your trespass of assumption
Whispers of fear
and longing

To search the forest
to find
Everything that might
Lead back to the place
where all your trepidation
all your hope for demons
and all your dying birds
could find a place to rest

When the cabin
is empty 
but for your story
with gnashing teeth
and pawing flesh

I'll still forgive you 
I will
And love you

We all have stories 
of Birds in flight
Of shores away
from our loving sight

When we fear our cage
is too small to hold
Our love for they
who would not love in return
........
Outside the cabin, we started a graveyard. All those sad, dead birds. Suffocated and starved in that sealed, empty cabin. They didn't stand a chance. I realize, now, many years later, that I made those birds. I was like a God. I created a life for these things that no one knew existed...but me. It's that he loved me, and I he, that led to that graveyard.

We would decorate it, now and then, when we were feeling romantic. When we wanted to remember those birds. When we wanted to remember that we shared the only wings that existed between us.
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I forgive myself, and him
for my fear and his actions
That helped to birth those birds