She was a girl
who danced in the rain
and held her head up to the drops
she didn't know right from wrong
she didn't understand how
to love him
how to run away, to save herself
from that gaping raw hole of need.
He was just a man
who walked without shoes in the veld
who wanted to to be loved
who wanted a best friend
who made a mistake
he didn't understand how
drawing the right lines between them
it was his void, so great
matched to her open young heart.
They never found birds flying against the sunset
the paradise of amnesty trees
and peace.
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