Ev’ry morning

I awake

in mourning


I still do

dream of you

and in my sleep

I hear you laugh

dream of you

I still do


I spied you perched

outside my window

pretty head cocked

black beak closed

I said your name

so you blinked

beady eyes

once for



Does pain fade?

Or does it simply befriend us?

I can think of you now without

breaking down.



absence becomes


but still





Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

26 thoughts on “Unforgotten

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: