Ode to Flying Squirrel

I used to believe in
spring creatures that flew

The butterflies and larks
that carried me to you.

But in the autumn of life
I lost that desire

Of wing against wing,
melodies upon highwire.

Because you had left me,
now just marrow and cinder

On streetlamp I wept,
eyes swollen, and tender.

Though now, in winter,
souls are huddled, collective

I dream once again, of
your memories, perspectives.

“Spread wide your form,
leap forth if you dare”

Your words just the same,
reassuring and fair.

Why was I filled with
such immeasurable sorrow?

Wasting what time remained,
a life unfit to borrow?

So I jump from on high,
putting trust in your words

And, summer-kissed once again,
soar alongside the birds.

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