When you tune
Out the noise
Of life when
You stop listening
Even to yourself
And wander into
A forest you
Will hear the
Cackling and calling
Of birds one
To the other
While unseen you
Know they’re there
Just like angels
Singing the sweet
Melodies of heaven
Today starts crisp
Like the first
Succulent bite into
A cold apple
The morning dew
On my toes
Tickling like wet
Feathers and the
Birdsong symphonies in
Stereo surrounding me
Low sun catches
Tall tree tops
Making them glow
Sudsy like kitchen
Sponges as the
Steam rises from
My coffee like
Sirens released ghostly
From Pandora’s box
It’s morning when
The suns shallow
Rays ignite the
Tree tops making
Them explode with
Greens and yellows
And browns like
Fireworks against a
White-wispy blue backdrop
Even the birds
Utter sweet soft
Oooos and ahhhhs
Here in Charlotte
And oh damn
Just as we
Started the news
Came of goodbyes
But they weren’t
Ours they belong
To someone else
Apart we are
But now closer
Than together mourning
Your painful loss
I’m still here
Right here where
You left me
Say your goodbyes
Then come back
To your hello
The hardest goodbyes
Are those unsaid
Like being underwater
You never had
The chance because
He left too
Soon let your
Heart bleed now
For the dead
Can hear the
Souls silent weeping
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 