The rain outside is
Pecking
Like a little bird
On the roof

My parents downstairs
Talking
Murmured voices
Hushed

My room’s last summer’s
War zone
Empty land and
Scattered remnants

My heart’s still
Beating
So why have I
Gone cold

The night is silent
Now
The windowsill
Is bare

The bird’s gone home
He’s given up
And left me
All alone