Eavesdrop
the walls of your bedroom are thin
and they cry every night
sometimes the house could fall
apart because the earth trembles
with your grief and hers
a sound so sad
that the bats follow it around
thinking it is the sound
of lost birds
and you are not to be found
even when you are warm
under the smooth skin
of blankets
the walls will soon be silent
and neither of you here:
when the bats return to sleep
and the birds find daylight.
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