“Sounds like mourning.”
What, like, dove? They’re right outside the window.
”Mourning.”
As in sunrise? Its 1PM
Mourning knows no sleep
I know mourning
I also know sleep
And sleep that knows no morning
If I mourn, move on
If I move on, do I not return?
Returning is all I was looking forward to
I do not know forward
I cannot mourn her
I cannot lose her
Mourning does not stop for me
The day rounds its back