The music pauses
Birdsong takes its place
Birdsong takes its place
On my walk home
(From the hospital)
There were two dead birds
On the same block
My thoughts flashed over them
As I was walking
Returns now
As I hear survivors
Vibrant and alive
Or panicked and alone
I can't tell
I haven't spoken
To quite enough birds
To know
I know
That a part of my heart
Is dying
Right now
In a hospital bed
Or surviving
But not vibrant
And
Tired of struggling
I try to bring laughter
To the room
Just once a visit
She looks at me
As though I've lost my mind
What place
Does laughter have
In that room?
Laughter
Is the echo of hope
The enunciation of joy
She's forgotten
How to laugh
And that's okay
I sit next to her
As a reminder
If she cares
To recognize it
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