Amateur Ornithologist - A Better Person

Woke by your call at two
Down the stairs, already knew
All heavy breaths and crying
Heart plunged and the fever grew
Came the day
Dressed in wood
Sharing the unsaid message
Can't convey
Never could
Slither of guilt regresses
Armed with a loaded phrase
All the family cliches
Apple stayed in the tree
Warm heart and a sinless face
See her look
Mapped in yours
Holding her words as certain
Coats unhooked
Roots ensure
Couldn't be like a better person

Written by:
Daniel Clifford

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