Little Bird

Still, this makes me feel a bit impatient.

becoming anxious
like a little bird before feeding
i wait for your shadow in the doorway
outlined by the impossible sun


still i think i will die
if i must wait a minute more
without you
but then that minute passes
and i recycle the same thought
over and over


i flip the same feeling over
in my stomach
 real flutter like
and in my chest
almost sharp and sinful


but in my mind i can see
you pulling up to the door
you smiling only a little
and me smiling a whole lot more

Reviews

[Yours Truly]

Enjoyed the read, and I loved the last four lines :) perfect ending to it.