Cheyenne,
Where were you when she died?
Pull her closer
For she is so ashamed
And feels guilty for these feelings
Lately.
In the gallery of riptides
And emotion
Younger culture's prayers are thrown
In the stove with petty jealousies
Will they ever listen?
Cheyenne,
She knows
They will age before you
And miss your random house calls and
The way you'd look at them
With blueberry eyes and despondency.
That's alright
They had no right
And neither did you.

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