mourning

It's the cooing of the mourning dove Holding together the thread that spills through empty spaces What has she left behind in my abode? What -- but a silent gentle swaying  that pierces the gaping wound You held my hand and pulled me through chaotic streets You nestled the burning child into your healing breast You preached to me that "all's not lost if someone breaks your heart" So I'll survive today if I think of you this way If I smile remembering your stubborn ways If I know that I've been forgiven for not going all the way It's the cooing of the mourning dove And other choruses of birds unknown That hold it all together, make it all seem better At least for today until I can believe Or even start to understand That you're really Really gone.