Her

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I had been told about her.

How she would always, always.

How she would never, never.

I’d watched and listened

but I still fell for her,

how she always, always.

How she never, never.

In the small brave night,

her lips, butterfly moments.

I tried to catch her and she laughed

a loud laugh that cracked me in two,

but then I had been told about her,

how she would always, always.

How she would never, never.

We two listened to the wind.

We two galloped at a pace.

We two, up and away, away, away.

And now she’s gone,

like she said she would go.

But then I had been told about her -

how she would always, always.

~ Jackie Kay