By Tash Sood And when she left,She left you the sky,The shadows under leaves,The pins holding down the world,And the secret to pulling them outto set it all free. She hid the will behind the curtainIn a yellow envelopeIn blue ink. She left me the smell of rain,The shock of lightning,The roots of the trees that reach under housesTo tear at the foundationsand bring it … Continue reading What Was Left Behind