Bird Watcher

I watch them fly over me,
The flock go back and forth,
Back and forth.
I was once amongst them,
Soaring the sky in unison,
Sometimes I would even lead.
Now injured,
I ly on my back,
Still watching them come and go,
Come and go.
They must continue,
They are obligated to,
They can’t just stop,
They don’t want to stop,
And so I must let them go.
My love for them cancels the anger,
Pacifies the jealousy.
Nostalgia provides great memories,
The best,
Which for now I keep close to my chest,
Should this be my final place of rest.
Undeterred,
I hold onto hope,
Hope that I may join them again,
One fine day.

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