My Heart in a Shoebox

Remember when you were just about to leave my house
through the sliding glass door by the kitchen and
you found a little bird, broken wing dragging as
it hopped around my patio?
And then you called your friend the vet
and took it over there in an old shoe box?
I remember your worried face and the way
I had to hide a smile because
that's when I first loved you.



Poetry by Alex
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Written on 2009-01-28 at 04:04

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