The wind blows your name to the listening leaves
The leaves swirl and twirl in the wind with glee
The bark sits heavily glistening in the sun
The rain falls softly singing you’re my number one
The day turns into night with numbing pain
The night turns to day again and again
The wrinkles form on lips so quickly crease the mouth
In a downward pose until the laughter comes
Yet again you breached forward and left it all behind
Not a care for those whispering the twins name into the fire
Ghost words of the imaginings 
some have one
or any
me i had
one and it was
far worse
than being lonely
only i
and good lord
in the invisible sky!
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