Single

Single

 

I sit al(one).

Birds fly high.

Children laug(h a)nd laug(h a)nd play.

The sun is (fall)ing be(low) the horizon.

Smell of honeysuckles permeate the air.

A symphony of crickets begin to perform.

I want to speak,

But I (a)m the on(l)y (one) who will hear.

I listen,

But the sound is not for me.

It's in moments like these,

I wish she was here.