Sunday, November 2, 2014

11/2


Oh how hard I relied on you, and you on me, to present
A front, a solidarity of two who held each others back, were
Each our wingman.

It is hard, I can tell you, flying with only one wing, hard.
Hard to deal with the useless circling because of how I slowly 
Learn to compensate.

With you I knew always you would hold me up over rough 
ground. Now I must need ask others for help which is
Just so hard.

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