Unsaid Words ➵

Birds

They were little birds.

I waited patiently until the day they met.

When they finally did,

I wasn't surprised that,

they flew away.

This poem goes,

to him and her,

because,

I can't fly like them,

so I just walk,

And maybe one day,

little birds,

we'll cross our paths.

Maybe flying,

maybe walking,

but always,

carrying on.