In the heat of June you came
As a vulture, relentless, circling
Sent a message to my doorstep
“Do not take it for granted”
But what if in the end I did?
Got eaten again by useless wishes
As you were supposed to leave
For some kind of birthright of mine
I lay below this stone
Where you have set your throne
Should have known better than this
When you first showed up your wings
Should have closed the door and known
There’s no path to claim as my own
Feels like in distant past
And it echoes forever
I still look back again
For ways I could not find
