dark angel

i had a feeling
we were going to be
more than friends

i saw you when i was a child
i was alone
i had just scraped my knee
after crashing on my bike
i was picking concord grapes
off a bush
in a yard
where no one
looked out the window

i didn't know you would follow me
whisper to me in the dark
tell me the future 
for the rest of my life

i wished then i could close my ears
shoo you away like a fly 
but your scythe was in my hand
and i felt your cold breath on my neck

you want me to remember how
those grapes tasted
more sour than sweet
on that autumn day
when your hand
wrapped around my neck

i only leaned in because 
 i thought you were 
the wind
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