this bird has flown

Dearest, you're the nearest to my heart

heart-

Am I taking too much for granted?

Peacock feather blue

Nobody will miss me when I'm gone

But is that what I'm supposed to be greiving about

While I'm still alive?

So we part

And I so bold

Standing in this corner

Smugly turned away

As if I do not know which bird's name love is.