Feather
Please don’t tell me why
you hate me so, and oh.
Please don’t tell me shy
to say that you know:
I could have known you
if I had told you
you were as blue as me.
Yes, I would have understood
and I could have been sad with you
because I know how loneliness hurts, and
my dear only feather
tell me why we can’t cry together,
and fly
— Douglas Gilbert
