Songbird

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