I could feel
the tension in my muscles,
the tingle that traveled
up and down my spine.
This was what
I knew it would feel like;
a beating of eunoia,
a fluttering of tranquility.
Then they were there
sprouting from my shoulder
blades so strong and
beautiful, glistening
Like they're made
of glass. A pair of wings,
yearning to lift my feet
off the ground.
I was too
lost in my excitement to
remember you and your
patient smile.
Once
I grew my wings, I flew
away into the snow.
I'm sorry I never came back.
