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[Inspired by Passenger’s “Let Her Go” (Acoustic):]
To birdsong she awoke, a single strong voice –
no harmony – breaking through the morning,
ringing wakefulness in a head still pounding.
Sight blurry, blinking brought to focus
so warm upon her skin, aglow
in dawn’s palette. Peaceful.
How she loved that little bird.
Sentiment opened door of memory,
darker thoughts sleep had forgot.
Touch of scented sheets on skin still naked,
simple rustle washing away avian comfort,
she shuddered, ached, as knocking sounded. Door
automatically she slid low, eyes daring only
to peek at entrance of the unknown. She knew,
however, this figure, hovering unsure, not
entering further. Hesitant, his eyes pained, heart clearly
she sat up and smiled. No words. Just this
unspoken relief – angelic salvation. Her hand
stretched out, seeking: filled eagerly, cupped,
kissed and wept over. Apologies pouring out while
his lips hushed finally with fingertips. She pleaded
for the recent past to be put away in history,
sought only the now, where they were, where
next also. Silence, broken by a chorus of birds
but she waited; finally realised her own answers,
and could not accept them. Could not be brought
to the maternal household and then discarded,
could not be stolen, tortured, and retrieved:
trying not to break, she would not stand for this
weakness, mistaken reason for separation so
cowardly. Never again. Together forever, no
outer elements would implode this union
infinite. Tirade stopped by his hand against
her cheek, she held her breath, eyes searched his.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2015]