Silence and Birdsong

If days are to live in,
then I know you through
darkness of the night,
quiet struggle and shots.

I heard you in the winds
that wail like the past
as they writhe in pain,
disturbing present black.

Morning comes with a jolt,
and you are not there.
The rising sun reveals nothing
except for my fear.

Silence and the bird’s song
fall to a chewed, brown dirt.
The air is empty, ominous,
and again, alone, by the road.

If days are to live in,
then I know you through
darkness of the night,
quiet struggle and shots.

silence-and-birdsong

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