Something left me As the chlorophyll left the leaves I put my hand on my chest Just to feel if I still breathe And yes, it rises slowly as I inhale But the air tastes stale...
It was still dark this morning when I awoke From a dream in which I felt I would choke My neck was swollen, I was gasping for air Something locked my throat so I gave way to despair
And I coughed, and I retched And I bent, and I stretched to get this thing out And suddenly I felt a lump of feathers in my mouth And a gray little bird came to lie in my palm Covered in spit but all healthy and calm And sang me songs 'til sleep came over me But after my awakening it was nowhere to see So I must have dreamt And did it fly away, did it fly away?
But now whenever I have just one moment to rest I try to hear a hint of beating wings in my chest For now that the flapping is gone I realized it I was there all along And now that I know what was that beat I know that I will never feel complete again