relief.

remember that bird?

the one that flew away?

i’m willing it to come back

to test my will to stay.

but I have not decided,

or acknowledged what I’ll do.

if I’ll sing and stroke it,

or its feathers I’ll deplume.

but have you forgotten

the way that we were?

or at least the way that you sang?

you’d sing for me

those sweet bird songs

and swore we’d go out with a bang.

remember that night?

the night my eyes ran red?

the first night there was someone

but me sleeping in your bed.

of course that bird was worth all the hurt

and lac’rations that struck me so.

and your empty cage

rusts cold in my heart,

rotting to let you know

that I no longer have feelings for you

your absence no longer hurts

and we smoke in silence, ashes piling

that catch on our clothes

and ignite our words.

remember that bird?

the one that flew away?

i’m willing it to come back

to test my will to stay.