Morning chatter about the state of my life interrupted by a collision
Body on glass, a bounce that chilled me to the bones as my eyes opened a little wider in disbelief
A sojourn halted
Your mouth gaped as it took in feeble breaths,
stained red with the evidence of a cranium beyond repair
And I thought to myself how cruel my house must be.
Big, glass doors that allow light to enter my life but also offer malicious reflections
of safety.
And the hardest part is the quivering as I picked you up,
the brief glimpses of hope that perhaps this is just a hiccup in your victorious journey over land and sea.
We’re all told that these happen.
You’re bound to fail, it’s part of life.
Necessary for continuing on.
I suppose sometimes these tragedies are too great to overcome.
Everything about you is perfect, glorious, radiant.
Feathers tinged with olive and **** you sure look good with your fiery cap
and your neck delicately spotted with black.
Your eyes were shut at first but upon my gaze opened to full capacity,
making me squeamish and uncomfortable because I could not change a fate already in the works.
I blink and suddenly your manner has changed.
No more frantic heartbeat dances across your breast and your mouth has stopped moving,
no more words to utter.
You are no longer destined
to feel the warm tropical air that you must be craving
on these cool August mornings that have left me confused yet excited for things to come.
But perhaps your life was extraordinary,
And perhaps you have changed the course of mine.
And maybe we shall meet again, as your soul dances in the wind.