One time a bird flew to my window
It stayed for awhile, then subtly flew off
I'm not quite sure why but I felt hollow
It was as though the bird had taken a piece of me 
It brought back memories of when you did the same to me
I didn't even notice you there, but when you left you took everything 
I also envied how care free it left 
As though if didn't have a care in the world 
A bird doesn't have a home
A bird doesn't have someone to hold on to
A bird doesn't fear that someone will leave 
A bird is its own 
So since that day I have strived to be a bird 
{B.W.}