Timed Flight

I flew off
one day like a bird
was there
and then was not.

I have seasons
of being somewhere
that end.

I have to get
to the edge
look down in fear
and shake

Go over my head
go back
go for a deal
go over the side.

I feel like falling
is taking me away
until I stop
looking back.

I hate goodbye.
I love the air
rushing by.


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