Paper Crane Echo

The city paints itself in autumn Red. But I still hear the echo of your Step. You left a paper crane upon my Chest and swore the wind Would carry your request. Now temples crumble into silent Dust. The shrine dogs howl, but they have lost their Trust. I trace the folds of every single Scar and ask the moon How long the shadows are. I will fold a thousand cranes to break The fading light, to call your spirit Back before the second night. The ravens know my name, they tear the Violet sky. But love, I am the storm. I am the ghost who will not die. You Used to braid the thunder in my hair. Now silence wears a crown of my Despair. The river froze the moment you were Gone, and winter learned To sing a darker song. They told me, "Let you go, let ashes Be." But grief is just a different gravity. So I will stitch the dawn from broken Strings and wear your name Like armor, not like wings. I will fold a thousand cranes to break The fading light, to call your spirit Back before the second night. The ravens know my name, they tear the Violet sky. But love, I am the storm. I am the ghost who will not die.