The Letter
Wingless and chained,
you detached yourself 
handwriting a leaving letter
in my scribbling notebook,

rattled and rusty
I still keep it,
my attachment still remain
to you and your final words

which one day I will force 
down my throat
to break your curse
that stuck like lovers’ lips embracing,

force them down my throat 
to find courage
to find another
bird of a feather.