Thank you for healing the flightless bird you found on the side walk.
For kissing my mouth when it tasted like tobacco and vodka
For loving me when I was just a shell...

Thank you for taking shots,
and punches
And listening intently to my stories
about the monsters.

Thank you for 3am.

But it's different now.
Now that I can fly
You look confused when I laugh,
Indifferent when I smile.

Sometimes I watch you search for
the sadness & tragedy in my eyes,
With no luck.
Darling, we met at a weird time in my life

-Mae