a nightbird calls outside my window
I am sick, so sick in the dark
it’s 4.24 on the morning of your funeral
life makes no sense, there is only love
you talk to everyone at the party
buy them gifts, exchange views
share laughs, drinks, stories
my only conversation is with you
grab my phone to check messages
that remain forever unread
missed your call, I miss you: indelible
a nightbird’s sick joke you’re dead
Photo: Sierra Narvaeth on Unsplash
