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Little green songbird
“Do you believe in reincarnation?”
Her emerald eyes peered
deep into mine.
I scoffed,
amused by a confidence I could
only describe as remarkable.
“No. It doesn’t exist-”
“I want to become a songbird” she whispered
so faint it could be mistaken for the crisp breeze.
Dragging my hand,
she pulled me down the undiscovered trail
all the while singing her favorite song.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey”
Her sweet voice cascaded through the canyon,
the frolicking river below seemed to drum a base
and left my heart thumping to the beat of her playful steps.
We spent an eternity entwined with sweet words,
delicate smiles, and blissful memories.
Leaping over the flames and obstacles
with hands entwined because we had each other,
and that was enough.
But I still noticed how her auburn hair
was overtaken by wisps of white;
the fiery green in her eyes had dulled to a cool grey.
She grew weaker and weaker until
her gleaming flame snuffed out.
She was gone.
This was the first morning I woke up without her.
I reached across the bed to embrace her,
and was met with cool empty sheets.
I lingered on the stairs,
our picture frames following me down.
Flooding me with mental polaroids of
the way she walked,
the way she laughed,
and most importantly the way she sang.
I slowly sank into my arm chair,
its bright yellow arms embracing me.
My body heaved and ached with sorrow
as I let the anguish overcome me.
I looked outside the window as the sun peeked through the clouds.
The trees in our yard were alive, but barren.
Our whole house was void of life.
Suddenly I heard the flutter
of a bird, precariously perched atop the
branches of our fig tree.
As a familiar tune filled the air
I let out a wavering sigh and
my grief trickled down the sides of my aging cheeks.
As I observed the bird once more,
flitting its effulgent emerald feathers,
the notes it chirped made my heart swell.
The sides of my wrinkled mouth lifted into a grateful smile,
and I softly finished the song I knew all too well.
“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
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