Lying on the foul bed with her. Her eyes were empty, yet full of liquid. Her cheeks were never light red anymore, however her eyes were. She was so close, yet so distant. With a small voice she whispered that sometimes birds fly far to find their home, and my heart stood still. It was like I kept her in a cage. Trying to make her forget time and progress. Trying to keep her and I still. I looked at her and knew that my heart would never be able to beat again like it did with her. Then I just held her in my arms until the next day when she left me to find her home.
Now I'm homeless and homesick.