The Birds Still Sing – February 25, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

I live here

Because this is where she is

The upside down

The land that exists

Incoherently

From the rest

I’ve grown to find safety

In my solace

Lean in against myself

The birds still chirp

Only I can hear the sad song they sing

Filling my head

With ideas

So many ideas

That will never see the light of day

Because they’re messy

Just too messy

To be organized

Amongst

Those who have no ideas themselves

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