Sounds of a Mockingbird

A young girl's eyes
filled with tears
curled up
under a sheet of blankets
alone with her heart
that won't stop exploding
with pain, anguish, and darkness

A black hole she's fallen into
and she's not sure why
The images have faded
A set of deleted scenes
Taped over as if they never existed
Like trying to watch a reel
expecting a picture
but only hearing a few slices of sound

She winds up the metal key
so she can sleep
He tilts his head
from side to side
brown fluffy ears
with patches of blue
on the inside

Over and over it plays
a soft tune
bringing calm
like the waves of the ocean
swooshing in their white foam
against the beach's sand

She finally shuts her eyes
full of their sticky moistness
not knowing that someone else
was somehow there
and somehow will always be

The words of the tune
she won't hear
until she's told
years later
curled up in the same sleep-like state

A tune of a mockingbird
hushing a baby to sleep
an angelic voice
she's come to know so well
an angelic voice belonging to someone
that couldn't have known
yet somehow,
someway,
they do