I came like a silent storm. 

And you, my Talon. 

You came like a buzzard! 

It was one of those murky days 

I was waiting for my ship to arrive 

I was watching the leaves on the ground 

Thinking how the hell the wind kisses them. 

How they surrender to its touch. 

They were everywhere, 

On the pedestrian walkway 

On the benches 

On my lap, they fell, like you my Talon. 

You came that way… 

Flowing towards me 

With a grace that belied your hunger 

When you came, you flew down 

And grabbed me by my conscience 

Your grip tighter than memory itself 

Alas! I haven't seen such blissful wings ever before 

You gave me lacerations 

In my heart 

In my eyes, 

In my lungs,

In places I didn't know could bleed 

You flew down like a vulture 

Spreading your talons 

Why did you do that? 

Was I carrion to you, 

or something more? 

Why did you give 

Such a glorious scab to my heart? 

It's stopped bleeding but, my Talon, you left 

Such profound platelets 

Clotted memories that pulse beneath the surface 

As it never healed like this before 

Such a blissful 

Such a beautiful ache you are 

My Talon. 

At last my ship arrived to take me 

Did we not board it together? 

Side by side, 

like passengers bound for the same horizon 

But where have you gone, my Talon? 

Today,

The deck is empty where you stood 

And I am left with only wind and wings 

And the memory of how you fell

With your glorious Talons.