Legs tired from running
On fumes, hands from the

Weight of band aids,
Blisters and splinters.

Busy bird building nests,
Chipped beak, fading feathers.

Angry at trees for asking me
To make

Them into
Houses.

Alone in her empty bed,
Hand upon his absence.

Terrified at the thought of
Him alone in his;

Enjoying the space and longing
For nothing.

Blue skies are ugly in the eyes
Of sadness,

Their emptiness relateable,
Loneliness sunburn.

She turns to the void.
To the beautiful trees;  

*Are you angry at
Me too?

Bleeding ears from smiling
Too wide.

Her ribs get startled at times;
Her heart is that light.

Where are you? I ask.
Pick me up with your attitude,

Give me a ride out of this
Dark, downwards town;

Furious with fumes and
Fright fuelled fear of

Abandonment.
I need to see it

Rear view mirrored. Appearing
Closer than it is.