like birds,
we sat on
tree branches
of our own lives,
singing to please
others before
ourselves.
wherever
they flew,
we simply followed
mindlessly,
believing in desired
freedom and no
limits.
while others
sang of joy,
we preferred a more
mellow tune;
from our lips
we called out a sorrowful
melody that only
a few number could
understand.
a tragic end,
we faced together.
i saw you fall,
ever so gracefully,
to your death;
but before i could
mourn,
it was my turn to fall.
my world turned
cold and all my
nightmares were
alive.
at least now,
we're at ease
and together.