The Wings Are Falling Off

She turned away from me
and she didn't smile as she did.
Casting a shadow over my life
as her wings began to fall off.
She said goodbye to what we once knew.
I blinked and it was gone.
I knew I'd see her again,
but not in this life.
When she's gone, she's gone.
She goes somewhere too dark for me to see.
There's this cliff,
and below it's an ocean.
There she resides and lets go.
Her fingers skim the surface.
Her glances freeze the sun as it rests on top of the water.
Seagulls fly above-head.
As their loose feathers enjoy the downward ride.
Warm, salty, air reminds her of the times she was there for me.
It was tough, but we made it through.
She hides in caves
that pepper the shore.
In them she listens to the waves
hitting the rugged walls.
She counts the starfish that have died and now become one with the rocks.
In some places,
the salt deposits gather in large masses
like the memories in her head.
All she can think about are the seagulls and how they still have their wings.

By: Brandi Deacon
2010