With a Lessening of the Light

The carnations spoke to me teaching me of sorrow, but the message was broken by the scratching on glass it was not until the rattle moved from the window and into her chest that I knew, whose it was I lay frozen, with each breath she took in each movement of hand I found a victory I silently cheered I knew she would fly loose, but still I listened and watched, feeling like a caged vulture forced to watch her ebb the effortless listing of life passed, and was ignored for a time with the rattle’s silence I wept I came home today bringing the rattle with me its my battle now I wont fall, not in this round