What is a songbird without a song?
A fluttering that moves and eats.
Silently sustaining self.
No early trilling invitation,
No heart that beats in desperation,
No eyes to see the devastation.
But It was seen!
And I am broken!
the part of me that held a token.
A tiny piece.
Of all the things you mean to me.
All the songs I’ll never sing.
The child I smiled imagining.
None that now will ever be.
This all happened long ago.
But it was sharp in that moment,
it was just a small crack.
but God I felt it!
It was so loud.
but I haven’t shouted once.