Some Things are Better Left

Not one of the things you'll notice
would have stayed with you forevor.

Forevor is a word like immense,
like powerful, like possession.

At night, the trees whisper "forevor"
or is it the winds who do not stay
but move towards the mountain.

And I am left, hovering in the doorway,
a piece of darkness, a shadow without
substance, a bird locked in an iron cage.

But even if you could have stayed, fixed
like stars, daylight would have hidden you
in a big blue cloud-filled sky.

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