02/06/24
When the crows come down to mourn at the behest
Of this tortured poet you’ve laid to rest
Remember the tears of sorrow and happiness that poured out of my pen
For those words are my whispers of “I love you”,
I leave in the end
Soon the shadows will leave you and a new day will come
Find me in the breath of the sparrows, and in the rays of the sun
I loved you with all my heart and here, I will patiently wait
Until I feel you near me as my eternal soulmate.
Thomas Michael Pico
Icarus Wave Publishing ©