they perch on our ears
stay with us for some time
they leave without a chirp
it breaks my heart
give me a signal
something to hold onto
i loved you once too
turn my hedges
stash my clothes
drink my weariness
your duty is not done
wave to me when you go away
i will wave to you
touch my pinky finger
never cross it
written listening to “dress up in you” and “i suppose that was a prayer”