Years ago in Atlanta, I once found a little baby blue parakeet.
Shivering in the cold winter evening terrified.
Alone she sits in front of her pooled blood, eyes closed, gasping for life.
I took her in, and she glistened, she smelled like fresh roses
We danced in the snow, watched those little children play, and sang our song.
She was my soul that rested peacefully.

And one day, she disappeared in front of my eyes.
The hurricanes came back, the lightening struck me as my lips trembling as I cry.
Alone, abandoned by my loved ones for such mistake I never intended to make.
It was a sin, a sin that I made love to him.
And once again, she made me feel complete and whole.
I waited for many years for her return.

Until, few hours ago, she came back with another just like her.
Her eyes sparked as she chirped.
The longing of her disappearance felt like a continuous gyre.
She reached out, hopping into my hand.
She takes him with her, and cuddles between my palm.
I smile at the sight, and sigh as they make love.