Reflection

A robin perches on a tree branch,
chirps at its twin in the window,
waits for a reply that never comes.
 
A thud jolts me from the couch,
a feather stuck to glass,
bird dead on the ground.
 
No chirp from my phone,
silence since you threw
your clothes and coffee maker
into a box, ran a marathon
into the future.
 
I look at my twin in the mirror,
attempt the robin’s call,
bang my head against glass,
but I’m still alive.