The Song Berd

Colors fall flat tonight.

Last night I had problems laying down graphite. My perspective was so skewed it made my eyes go dark and damp. So, I put aside my pencil and stood at the window. I had to say goodnight.

She lay in a room across the way. So close, yet too far gone to hear me calling–asking her to stay. Or, come back? I could pretend it was pretend, but why?

Opening the way didn’t help.

Did anything change with the light of day? If it did, please show me the way. I want to see for myself. What a cruel cross to bear. Irony? Or, “Pun intended”? How foolish! Who came up with that crap anyway?

Goodnight, Mina. I love you.


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