The Wing Store

I woke this morning
And realized
I couldn’t fly.
I had rolled
Out of bed,
My hair array and
My eyes droopy,
And looked,
Just for a moment,
In the mirror and found that
My wings had disappeared.
I had them
The day before;
I remember they
Were large and white,
A transparent white,
With hints of blue and pink,
And touches of sparkles.
But now,
My back was bare
With no trace of any ability to fly.
One tear
Traced down my cheek
And dropped off my chin,
Falling for ever feather
Of my forgotten flight,
Splashing on the floor.
Then I crawled
Back under my covers
And wept
For the loss of us all.