Little Bird

I cradle your delicately frosted glass bird. Its care was assigned only to you. My fingers tremble as I wait for you to

Say something.

I study the bird's tiny hand etched feathers. It's cold in my palms. Like your silence, its weight bares down on me.

Say something.

I resist pulling my gaze from the safety of the little bird. I know when I look up, I'll have only emptiness to greet me.

Say something. 

The bird was entrusted to you. I can't hold it anymore. It slips through my fingertips. I watch it shatter against the floor and beg for you to

Say something.

I feel myself shatter along with it. We lay together on the floor. The pieces of the little bird and I. At some point, I pick myself up and sweep it away.

You walk in and stand in the doorway. My eyes are wide, my mouth agape and I just stare. I don't know what to say. 

Your little bird is gone and I am no longer willing. Shattered birds will never take flight. Why didn't you say something? I gave up on you. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good song and powerful words. I like the use of the little bird. Allowed the reader to fall into your thoughts in the poetry. I like the open ending.
"Why didn't you say something? I gave up on you. "
We do give-in or give-up too soon. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Julie Fran]

I love the resemblance of the bird and person. How you relate the two together. It was very striking in that it spoke to our emotions. It was beautiful.

[Tina]

"Striking," thank you 😊

[Robert]

This is a real heart telling piece here Tina. Sad and tragic as you just need that voice to hear what you want to hear to feel the way you would like to feel. Well done Tina.

[Tina]

Thank you. It's my own version of that song. Gets me every time.