And Other Songs

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We sat quietly on the pavement in the silence of the morning. Your breath, a cloud eagerly escaping your mouth and lungs. A contrast to the words lingering on the tip of your tongue while you search your soul for courage.

Somewhere — in the distance — a cock signals the suns approach, a stiff reminder that last night is but a memory. Hesitation glosses your eyes, or maybe they’re tears, as you turn to face me: nose red from crying or maybe just the cold.

You find the courage but abandon words for a peck on the cheek, the day has dawned and people wake warmly in their beds, unaware that tragedy befell mere moments ago.

A breath escapes my lips to join the day, unlike the words you could not say. Or maybe it was just my soul in flight, to join the chorus of the dead.

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