White Sparrows
by Rhett Cardinal
Past the diner where we meet, Now I dine alone in our old seats, The cold wind blows right through my bones, I feel like I'm getting old, But I wish I was getting old with you. We laughed as we picked out our children's names, You held my hand as we took shelter from the rain... White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away, Black sparrows tug at the strings of my heart... |