Barely a whisper
fills the lonely blue room
as wind whistles ever so slightly
from the crack in the crooked window.
I strain to hear the rhythm inside.
It doesn't quite sound the same.
It creaks and pushes and thumps
but its song is unfamiliar to me.
It is no longer the strong
And confident song it used to be.
It is stripped bare and dissolved of all its pretty hopes and expectations.
It is the instrumental of a love song
Unfulfilled and disillusioned.
