This pleasant sparrow was perched upon my windowsill today
Treetops swayed with her sorrowful, sparrow songs
I sensed you around me, wrapping me within your warmth
For those beautiful moments, I was alive.
My little bird departed and I thought of you
Will she find another welcoming windowsill to rest upon?
I long for those bittersweet melodies to float in the breeze again
For one cherished second, I wasn't alone
A broken sparrow lied lifeless on my sidewalk tonight
The dim light dotting the streets lazily masking the terror in her eyes
I continued along my stroll, abandoning my metaphoric soul
For the rest of my time, I will still hurt.