The End

The birds are up and singing
in an air that feels light and free
my ankle is now stinging
I know you want to leave

I haven't closed my eyes
since I found the evidence
Is your sympathy a lie?
Can I leave this, my new nest?

I should have known I'm just too young
too soft, and unawares
But out this window my heart is flung
I don't know anyone who cares.

An orange frigid sky is there
made bleaker by the empty lots
I feel ill, eyes are swollen, hair
is falling on my shoulder in knots.

It's time for "baby please"
that speech I know so well
it doesn't fall off my tongue with ease
Now i'm too afraid to tell.