Once, again she returned to the door at the end of the world.
Sat down with the proprietor, he faced her once years before.
Now, it was apparent she knew so much more.
She was now more wizened and wise, the proprietor saw it as he stared  into her eyes.
She sat and they spoke, while she choked on her coffee,  for today was the day she was legally set free.
Today after many years, her time was right  for they had found the key.

Together,they mulled over reasons, they chewed over rhymes.
Life had been great, she'd had some good times.
Too few, but too many had played with her heart.
Now she could smile at her depart.
In her mind, she stored memories of good times and bad,
Times of merriment and times when so mad.
A lifetime of emotions, written in her faded book.
She left it behind, so all of you can take a look.
Take a peep at the words, carried by birds, of the once suicidal one.
She was captured by writing and cute conversation with the proprietor of the cafe at the end of the world.
Who now had the key, now that bird was set free.
(C) Livvi