Today.

Another little bird fell today.
Past the telephone wires and low-hung fog.
It’s beautiful plumage fading to gray.

Another set of eyes met today.
Everything meant nothing,
And the sparks flew away.

Another wind blew today.
The iris’ of your eyes a delicate grey.
I couldn’t stand to see you cry.
So I kissed your forehead and flew away.

Another rain fell today.
Our dampened feathers are days away.
Standing under sycamore trees,
I’ll kiss your lips if you say you’ll stay.

I mended your wings and you broke my heart.
Today. Today. Today.