a mourning song. (napowrimo 2021 day 25)

blackbirds sing the mourning birds in –
and i echo their songs of lament,
with every breath of crisp april air,
i am reminded of you. i wish this
was not the case, but april is
synonymous of you.
that through feeling of loss –
the heart becoming a metal
anvil, your knees buckle under
the weight, and you’re left sobbing
on a cold ground, with
the birds still chirping.

prompt: a bird's clearly morning chorus, by em in the napowrimo thread