The call of birds, high up
Hazy light
Through slowly moving curtains
In an anonymous suburb
Abandoned during the day
this day
the day
You laid face down, naked
Ashamed of your body
And waited.
Promising Spring
As if we floated endlessly, high up
But to float is just a delay
When you fall down.
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC
The call of birds, high up
Hazy light
Through slowly moving curtains
In an anonymous suburb
Abandoned during the day
this day
the day
You laid face down, naked
Ashamed of your body
And waited.
Promising Spring
As if we floated endlessly, high up
But to float is just a delay
When you fall down.