Seventeen Years of Silence

Sleeping, living, loving, dying
I awake to the mating call of cicadas
A miraculous, odd, and unexpected existence
Humming in the distance
Attacking passerby's with one quick swoosh
An annoyance, pestering us all
But then the rain came and quieted the world
The cicadas died off and tears fell to the ground
A nuisance, now a loss

And the days keep passing by

And I have no evidence to show

But one day you will be mine
And I will be yours
Our love tightly wrapped between our fingers
And swiftly between our breaths
We will be like cicadas; living, loving, and dying
The world will watch as we disappear
Together all at once with no fear