
I once had a bird
She set her free
She flew far away from me
She says we’ll talk
I don’t see how
She flew so far away
Now
She says the language of our own
Is gone
And so I sit at home
And look at where we laughed and cried
And where she says our language died
I still have words like lovers do
But she can’t hear them now she’s through
And so my poem weeps alone
On What’s App
On her phone