Don’t come back

If he comes back now, it is too late

The suffering self takes on a different shape.

Deformed by grief, I cannot fit his bed

Yet I remember every word he said

But words will fly away like swallows do

They do not join an I to any you.

A song a lyric music and a voice

We know too much, we’re overwhelmed with choice

Yet all alone our hearts flap seeking out

A bird is trapped inside me,heavy doubt.

My heart is in my throat will it fly high ?

If it leaves me I will surely die

The skeleton of bone, the muscles taut

Keep the heart inside, the danger out.

If you come oh, hold me very still.

I will weep again, until your fillef