Origami wren

Whispering secrets as gentle as a zephyr
Shaking leaves of the weeping willow echo
Each word, each emotion in equal measure

Reading old letters, faded and yellow
Our love affair dead, bleeding out through his pen
His lies, my offering, wing o’er the meadow

Paper drifts on the breeze, origami wren
Folded and creased, sharp angles and dire edges
Razor-honed phrases, punish and cut me again

Sweet nothings we shared, solemn holy pledges
I lost faith in us, the could-bes and what-ifs
Promises hollow, half-truths your messages

These tattered scraps, torn from my heart, lasting gifts