But-

Toads jump
but make no noise,
they're silent. -
A silence I despise
and I sit there,
with a broken toe and a flattened wing, on another low
branch to squawk from, to stare, to wait on
and I stand for no one
as the empty continue to feel nothing
But we carry on.

The toads jump
silently
and my heart continues
to beat too quick
and I stay there, on my very low branch
watching crickets prance and dance
but you're not here
as you said you wouldn't be
though I feel you
somewhere dark
But we carry on.

It's a race
that the toads cannot erase
and I stay low
with my falling feathers
and blacked out embers of the time gone by.
You return here but it's not for I,
no, for the setting is one you love too much
to let it stay here
without you.
I pretend that's it's for me
but actions speak louder than words
and we carry on.