These Words With No Replies Scrape Into The Sparrow's Nest Poem by Audrey Stephenson

I would wait for you forever if the simple lips of inquiries would blossom
Opening like the fluid ocean's roar that sprays a sting upon our hearts
Now what absorbs our thoughts is caked with refuse
Leaving the sparrows homeless and blind

Well fold fold fold into something of untter inconvenience
Casting your altruism into the garbage compactor
And hold hold hold us as the spiral unwinds
It seems to do it often without a simple answer

Watching the tide roll in
With cold air and coffee cakes
Holding our words at lips
Stopping the sounds they make
We know the way to go
We know each step to take
To be here

These words with no replies scrape into the sparrow's nest
Left with nothing but the embarrassing taste

I wanted to mean everything to you
But this isn't right