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The daffodils have come and gone

And you have not returned.

Each night, perched outside my window

You promised me the world

Scattering the moonlight with your feathers.

I relied on your nightly attendance

Offering up my deepest secrets

Into the warm expanse of your wings. 

I carved your name into my heart:

-nightjar-

Without you,

I confide in ghosts now

And the bruises have faded to yellow

Staining everything they touch. 

Times, when the air is still

And thin, and I cannot sleep

I listen for you.

Where are you?

Mi corazón

Mi corazón

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