the bees and my bones

A subtle vibration of clarity 

Prompted my bones to shutter 

As your tears flood my veins 

The August bees begin to stutter 

They form a message so inimitable 

That a bookstores inventory 

Is bereft of all the words

Required to echo such story

The synchronized buzzing

Of the bees and my bones

Provokes a woeful reminder

That I am all alone