my birdie inside

She sings and walks
Then wails and stops
She can open the gates,
But she won’t fly far.

She moans and crackles
Then screams and stagnates
She has seen the stars
But she won’t go that far.

She bellows and heaves
Then shudders and drops
She kept dreaming to fight
But she never sword any.

Yesterday it was roaring.
Today I know it calms.
Tomorrow it will paint.

When I think of the rusted bed,
The cold night.
The snoozing soulmate.
The distant cooing.
And the bursting pops,
Five floors down.

I know
I knew
It was not insomnia that kept me awake.
It was not Mary Jane that stood me up.
It was to share the silence with you,
So that I can trip back
Whenever poesy strangled me.