everyday — emma hayward


by emma hayward

dreamt your voice was released into the night
like a song, and it grew wilder
scurried across a field
burning as it went
I fed it with a free hand
I kept it hidden

dreamt your voice was a windy day
as you become air
I don’t understand
then I do
gasping & gasping
I hold on to your hand
practicing my hour of lead
my letting go


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