it was night
and it had not yet rained
instead the drip drip of whispered words heard
hearts and minds clenched in clasped hands
the fallen and the risen in one sad embrace
the parting leaves, rustled in agreement
silent winds lent a ear
no questions asked. no complications of answers
just soft pulses and heartbeats in scattered, unmatched patterns
it all fell, if not into place
into the leaping flames of memory making fire
phoenixes live another day
while blackbirds live in songs that the goodbye people play
