HGLA #90 - I'll never forget your lies

Finding inspiration in sound from a silent space

She’s lying on my chest.

My head lazily peers outside,
catching glimpses of the crowds
returning from buzzy lunches and gentle errands.

The floating breeze
carries courtyard noise
across summer heat,
filling our room with something I recognise.

I hear joy.

I listen for more
and realise
the birds outside
are in applause.

They are congratulating me.
Congratulating u…