Bird Calls
Hey
I was the light
under your clothes that constantly glowed
But you
wore them anyway
just changed the shade
with each dress that you chose
Even now
If you were to die
and break the ground with your fall I'd dig a tunnel and crawl
Down to where
I could here you say
That death is a place
of white dresses and bird calls
People waiting for the train are asking for you by your name now I shake my head in a fragile daze. I'll just catch the next one.