A disappearance

An erasure
An automatic delation
Under
The indifferent eye
Of a sweeping wind

An echo
Meticulously
Mis-pronouncing your name
A voluntary omission
An invisible excecution 

The syllables
Only two

The sounds 
The intonations 
Welcoming your Birth
Your first breath

Crushed 
Withering flowers
Washed away
Silenced
Transfigured
Veiled 

Muted

So much
Loved

A cry 
Becoming a murmur 
In a deserted place
A sentence
Forced into a word
A muttering confusion

A storm
Mastered

Docile dove 
With failing wings 
Untouched by winter's snow

No blinding coloured flashing lights
No baby's babbling
No bells ringing
No song wrapped with joyful smiles
No peaceful gathering warmth

Just a hush 
Rooted in a belly's storm
Falling asleep 
in a night 
Of questions