Do you remember the blackbirds?
The ones barely touching the sky
as we gazed up at them

Or the constellations
That I couldn't see,
but you fell in love with their beauty

Or the dancing city lights,
That I gravitated to,
And you despised

These are the things I remember,

The turtle doves,
And candles

The old notebooks
And a red pen

The willow tree,
And a song

But, do you remember the blackbirds??
The ones we wished to be,
Graceful and free

Do you remember the promise you made me

Forever and always, till we are free

Do you remember these things, my beloved

As you grew into a dove,
Here I was, just a lonely blackbird

Waiting for you to come
Come back to home
Come back to me
Come back to free.

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