In my war bonnet now
with all the feathers I’ve collected
For myself.

This strength.

I catch myself
Looking back to see a flash
of the gems in the reflection.
I’ve only ever worn them
for this reason. 

Until now.

I’m on the inside looking out
with no one left to wait on.
The window pane growing dusty
from the train again. 

Passer-bys strolling in to browse and try
to see more of my costume jewelry,
they never look me in the eye.

It doesn’t phase me,

Because I’m still hoping I will see him,
my ghost of a friend in the rain.
Wondering when he will he remain the same being
instead of always shape shifting.

Outside somewhere.

At least I’m on the inside looking out
with no one to wait on,
instead of wandering out there in the cold
getting my feathers all wet.

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