Bon Iver must have known I would wear his workshirts to bed while he was away. He left me gifts in the breast pocket of each - a tiny shell, a dried flower, a pinecone.
Waiting no. 2 - @ Metro North Railroad
(with a little help from Flixel)
To know serenity the dove must fly
far from its dovecote, its trajectory
informs it, distance, fear, the racing sky
are only understood in return.
The one that stayed at home, never tested
the boundaries of loss, remained secure,
only those who win back are ever free
to contemplate a newer, surer flight.