Scarlet


The sun laces the sky
And I look up for a sign
That you are okay
A sunset appears and embroiders the horizon
But that wasn’t the sign I had asked for
I am looking for a blue bird
A blue bird will tell me if you are coming home
And if I should wait for you
I dig my hands into the roof where I am perched
Looking for a better view
Waiting for that better view
I promise the universe to change my ways
For one more chance
One more chance for me to be your home
But night falls and I am left shivering in 77-degree weather
Afraid that I will never have the privilege to know you again
Afraid that there will be news in the morning that
Bluebirds have gone extinct

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