Who Will Teach the Birds To Sing?

A poem

You used to put your
right arm up to the sky
to examine what it feels like
to be one right arm’s length closer
to the moon,
because you needed
a distraction from
what was inside your head.
You didn’t know you sent
a light up to the sky,
so powerful
that you created
the first star.

You used to cry,
hidden in forests,
because you thought
it was forbidden
to cry hidden in hugs,
you didn’t know
your tears were never salty,
so they built
so slowly
the first lake;
you cried
freshwaters.

You used to sing
up to the trees
to make them feel loved,
because you knew
how it feels to be unloved,
you didn’t know
you were the one
who taught
the birds how to sing.

You never knew,
you always thought
I lied when I told you
how all the gods
watching
from above and below
were fascinated.
Because you never knew
you’re godly yourself.

So I know you want to go
because you think
you don’t deserve to be here,
when in fact
the world managed to survive
this long
because you are in it.

And I know you want to go
because it hurts too much to live.
But if you go
birds will forever forget how to sing,
freshwater will be a myth,
all the stars will die
all in just a second;
In just a second
my whole world will disappear.

So please stay for me.
I want you to stay for me.
For now.

And when you know
you need to stay for you as well,
stay.
Forever.

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