The minute hand no longer moves on the silent clock
The tarnished key no longer fits inside the broken lock
The radio that once was loud now no longer sings
The sweetest loneliness is when the sparrow finds its wings
The light that used to shine so bright has faded into dark
An empty space can now be found where the bicycle used to park
The wishing well that once was deep is now completely dry
The happiest sadness comes when the starling meets the sky
All the noise is quiet now and things are back in place
But the looking glass still searches itself for a beautiful face
A tidy floor can now be seen where footprints used to lay
The most wonderful loss of all is when the songbird flies away
About the Creator
Kristin Brown
Writing is my passion, storytelling is my escape, poetry is the best therapist ever. It’s equal parts helium and lead. It’s both butterfly and albatross. It’s 100% sending my child into the world, hoping you’ll like her for who she is.
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