I'm hoping to go to riverside poets tomorrow. Anyway, here is the poem that was so hard to come out.

He turned and looked over his shoulder

He was looking for a sign

A sign that pointed to his next moment

A sign that would pierce him to the bone.

She was a ghost locked in agony

She stood in muteness and winter

A preoccupation of wings

Beating against the cage.

He could just barely make the vision

Stand out, it was all a blur.

He spoke and his arms reached,

He spoke and she heard.

She heard his voice, she heard it

True, and her heart became a flock of birds

Twisting in joy and in unison
A harmony of wing and sky.