flew in, flew out

sweet surrender to
gentle sorrow,
the layers of its soft depth
wrapped me in thousands of thin threads,
almost touchable, almost melting

I look at her again.
She looks like she has lost her footing on the solid concreate floor,
hugging an empty blue sky in her chest.

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