mover man

The mover man came

Young skin & curly hair

Ink in his arms

He points at the wall

A poster, unframed

I say "no, leave it there

It's my favorite of them all

But it belongs to her"

"It's a fight of a crow

In the fall of it all

Hint of hope to rely

There's no need of letting go"

And here I am, and here I am

He sees I need some one

To stay for a while

So he sits down on the floor

Takes a pen and starts to draw

Two hours went by

He stands up and softly smiles

He hands the paper to me

Says if I like, it's mine to keep

"It's a flight of a crow

In the grasp of the dawn

With a man by its side

That I now recognize"