Sorrow

I stare at the wall
Thinking
Memories playing without me
Blinking
Thinking of the past
I cry
A little part inside me
Dies
A bird flies by the open window
I’m jealous that it doesn’t feel my sorrow
I look up at the clouds
Drifting
If only he was alive
And breathing

by May Namoc

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