For Me and You

Thursday evening.
You can see the birds flying over the horizon.
They're migrating.
But deep in your heart you're still thinking about yesterday.
Your heart stands still in your chest.
No migrations for your feelings.
A gentle breeze shakes the wind chimes hanging on your porch.
There's something wrong in their sound.

You know it's coming.

He knows you're already there.
He's coming too.

What were those words again?
Those strange words...
They must be important.

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