Birds

A modern poem of loves vulnerabilities

I made you cry, yet
I love you. I see blue
Birds through the window,

Beautiful, proud, you never see them,
displaying no disdain, only love for another.

They sing, I am speechless.
Nothing written in so long,
Yet it is a part of them.

Constructs do not exist, Pain is painful
It leaves as they fly away, but we are left

With fallen leaves that wither
In the same wind in which they play.