Poem

The crickets, their noise
The silence, her stillness
into a heart of poise
dim light and darkness

Rejection followed hope
and closely after me,
finally nailing it down
my heart, still as the sea

Crashing and undulating
never to rest
the mind, the heart
recognizing the best

The lonely crickets still sound
their syncopated song
swirling it all around
what they knew all along