[so this is a series now]
His hat cast shadows down his jaw
His fingers were tombstones or feathers
He taught me to fly with his breath in my lungs
But didn't say falling was being untethered
And at the end, all that was left
Was the sun and the rain and the sweet remains of the memories of a boy I once loved in the west
His laughs were a song in a language
No one had ever taught me to sing
I never hoped for a second
To keep him, I wanted simpler things
And at the end, all that was left
Was the sun and the rain and the sweet remains of the memories of a boy I once loved in the west
He left like an out of tune banjo
His steps were the strings out of tune
He left like a poem about leaving
I wish I could say he returned like the moon
And at the end, all that was left
Was the sun and the rain and the sweet remains of the memories of a boy I once loved in the west
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