I completely caved in on myself last night. The canary didn’t sing…she didn’t warn me and I decided to dig deep.
She didn’t sweetly let me know that I wasn’t as mended as I had hoped. She didn’t tweet that I should get out because you are not worth the coal.
Little yellow wings stayed quiet at their sides. No fluttering or stirring to warn me of the brittle tracks I laid or the cave-ins that they hide.
I buried my hurt down in the dark and the deep. I ignored it and I starved it of air. I don’t visit or pry and try my best to forget that you have ever been there.
But you are in my caves and I went on a dig in the dark last night. I thought my canary would sing, but she stayed quiet and let me dig and creep…I had a cave in last night. I realized I missed you dreadfully more than I’d ever want you to know. I hate you for leaving me, I hate you for being inside my darkest caves. I caved in and that bird didn’t sing. I caved in and you didn’t hear a thing. I caved in and all I can think about is how you have forgotten all about me…my canary didn’t sing.