Songbird
If you love something, set it free
A featherless bird sits on a branch with me
He’s all full of laughter with eyes I can’t see
We’re both well aware that our time is gone
And he quickly tries to put his feathers back on
There’s no quick brush of my arms with his wings
There is no emotion at all in the nonsense he brings
He knows how to sing but not what to say
And so he says nothing and then flies away
I’m left with his discomfort and strange words
Perplexed by the actions of silly, sad birds
But I realized much later when I started to cry
That I mattered enough to not say goodbye
But now it’s like the tree never existed at all
Don’t wait for the songbird who’ll never call
If he says that he will then he’s all full of lies
He’s worse at hellos than he is at goodbyes
About the Creator
Kristin Brown
Writing is my passion, storytelling is my escape, poetry is the best therapist ever. It’s equal parts helium and lead. It’s both butterfly and albatross. It’s 100% sending my child into the world, hoping you’ll like her for who she is.
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