Aubade

the early bird cries a mourning song,

echoing into the crisp air,

welcoming us to an ending.

as the air soaks into our skin,

our longing for one another

seeks its escape from the

warmest of hearts,

leaving them cold but still

pumping.

hoping,

to hear that morning bird no more.

our heart strings slowly unravel

from the bow that once bonded the both of us.

our last moments are filled with a buzzing silence,

as dusk covers the sky in a blanket of deep blue.

the wind pushes our souls farther apart,

welcoming our love to a bittersweet

farewell.