A Change In The Wind

A Poem by Mr. Bird

Hmm?

There's been a change in the wind
Succeeded by a change within
A piece of ground we define as a home
Vacant, except for him

A boiling aggravation
Too much time for contemplation
A once noisy room grows still
Vacant was not her intention

Memories forever dancing on the wall
On the home, they used to call
Her smell no longer lingers
Vacant of all senses after all

But he still feels her there
In a stranded piece of hair
He flicks her off his finger
Now she's hanging, swaying in the air