Listening to your feelings,
your sad thoughts.
Listening to your voice,
to hear the crack in it.
Looking at your eyes,
to see those wilted gazes.
You always adored flying,
but now you prefer the cage.
You used to love talking,
but now you’re silent.
You used to fill me,
but now you’re empty.
You looked like a sunny day,
and now you’re the rainy one.