Nothing but silence whips through
the lifeless branches in naked trees now,
and the birds are no longer singing but bobbing at and
filling their bellies with black tar.
No life exists six feet below,
just an empty frame filled with old memories
and
remnants of a first love.
As I turned to leave without a final glance behind,
blackened clouds shelter the sun,
causing a chill to rip through Earth’s core.
And then finally, my heart cries.
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