Reflections

Moonlight whispers through shuttered glass
And as the reflection is distraught from the bouncing red
Sitting behind where your shadow previously held court

Sighing, there is peace

And delicate features falling together
Are brought to the silence between a pair of sparrows

The calls reverberate through the space hidden under the sheets

They now sigh together
Brushing a hand over the once still features

“Ah, but tomorrow, who will you be?”