Crows recognize faces--

they remember kindnesses bestowed

and any disgraces.

I remember faces—

the kindnesses bestowed,

the touching warm glow

from your many graces.

Crows will sound the alarm,

a warning to teach their kin

who would cause them harm.

But I’ve never not trusted you,

believe your every word.

I can’t wait to see you again

every time we bid adieu.

Crows remember those who

have shown them affection.

They’ll stay by their side,

I wish we could have that, too.

I’ll always remember that place,

but it wasn’t our time,

and now I wish, unlike the crow,

that I could forget your face.

But I don’t have that luxury

For like the crow,

Your eyes, your face, your kindness

will live on in my memory.

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