Hollow Bones

They say birds need Hollow bones to fly--

It makes more sense as years pass by.

The place I used to hold so dear

How did it get so lonely here?

Sunshine bright just hours ago.

I turn around, friend calls my name. But somethings wrong.

It all has changed.

Flashing once.

Gone again.

A lighthouse beacon burning bright. Then nothing there -- inky black, empty night.

Now cold wet grass

Beneath my feet.

The crickets sing.

Fire is out.

Sea and sand churning fast, the light perhaps... flashed again?

No. I know it cannot be for this birds bones must come from me.