Miles of Pigeons

A girl with a dog.

How could it be
That I belong here
If it causes so many fears
So many tears

Am I alone?

The cries from your lungs
They don’t add to the air of despair
Your breath
rigid building walls

I listen

Maybe sadness is as ordinary as pigeons
And our souls carry their peck-marks

Their inescapable shadows will cut across our paths
But would you like to share my bread?

Even when there are no pleasant things
Maybe sorrow decays if our togetherness springs