There she sat, with her pigeons
On a thatched rooftop in the midst of a dark, soupy night
As she had done every single time she felt her heart break
It was in the same spot she would perch
Like a ghost-
Twas the girl.

She felt cold and hollowed, the girl
She felt the yearning need to catch flight in the dark night
But she could not leave her perch
She could not leave, as she would leave her pigeons with a ghost-
With her heart a break,
Sat the girl and her pigeons.

Loudly cooing, the pits of their souls, drowned in sorrow, were the pigeons,
Their master sat cold on her perch-
Watching, waiting, her lost self a dark ghost
Emptily losing oneself in the entity of the night.
She was not shattered glass; she was a girl,
But the sky sliced open by the slanting, crescent moon was to break.

The streetlights constellating below the girl were dying, their glass to break
Open like spilled souls, their own of a ghost.
Lost and shattered, felt the girl.
Don’t go, cried the pigeons.
They were empty in the night-
And still the girl did not leave her desolate perch.

Like the thatch, broken, the girl was stuck to her perch
Like glue, she never left her faithful pigeons.
Her heart continued to throb and die and break,
Though she did not leave them in the lightless night.
As they cried with her, the girl
Was hollow in the wind; she was a ghost.

She fluttered, like a ghost,
Dipping and weaving through the lights as they yearned to break,
And with a cry, the pigeons
Took off after the girl
Choosing to leave their perch,
In favor of their master, through the dark night.

Blinding stars lead the girl betwixt the dark night;
Tearful pigeons fled their perch;
And the lights began to break within the confines of a fireless ghost.