the static from the phone dances in her ears
as the two birds jump from tile to tile
never stepping on a crack to protect a mother’s back
the birds sang the greatest of songs
yet they could never slip a smile
blue bird, red bird
the blue birds heart can only be given to the golden finch but never to the red bird
yet all she wants is the blue birds song
a question yells from the static
we’re the two birds supposed to be in love
dancing on tiles, slipping a smile, singing the grandest of songs.
but the tiles will remain untouched by dancing feet, a smile will never slip and the silence will remain.
because you have your golden finch.
alana’s writings 