My little bird

Black-capped Chickadee Photograph - Flying Chickadee by Leda Robertson

Where did you go?
I find myself squandering my daily hours;
And wondering around thoughtlessly;
Cluelessly and foolishly in pain;
with sadness and insecurity....

Where did you go?
My only shelter, my only hope...
My only place of belonging..

Dear little bird;
ever since you have flown away;
I am in an unending search for you;
involved in bad habits of pain...

I had thought that, your departure shall set me at ease
I had thought that your departure was temporary...
But now?
Now I have to wake up every day;
Wake up to the realisation that your departure may be permanent.

Dear little bird... I miss your joyful chattering.