Sometimes it's better not to know

Sometimes it's better not to know

a message written on the floor
in dust, in dirt, scratched on the door
the scraps of paper blowing round
through the house, left on the ground

the wind the only whistle heard
no creatures call, there is no bird
the teardrops sparkle in the dirt
another looped memory of her hurt

so beautiful is loneliness
she thought, telling herself this
not allowing her eyes to truly see
that falling is not the same as flying free

the stabs of pain forgetten now
question no longer why, only how
her eyes brimming full with fear
yet in pursuit, she shed no tear

how easy! she at once exclaimed
to give yourself to the untamed
it only took a little thought
so easy, she never fought

lying down in grass and earth
remembering death is birth
maybe it's no longer fear
as you acknowledge that the end is near

a gasp, so slight, almost unknown
the thud, the newborn bird has flown
rushed away by the silver stream
her lifeless body, washed clean

a pool of blood, turned a blooming gold
the ripples as memories unfold
'goodbye' the one word left unsaid
sending her to death's own bed