A Bird in a Cage: A Slow Fade

I feel it now, the fading

away. It’s such a sad,

desperate, toll we take.

When we’ve kept hope

alive for so long, but one

of us is tired of trying to

hold on.

The difference becomes

obviously hard to grasp,

a love fading that we both

Thought may last.

And I can’t tell if I’m happy

or mad that it’s leaving

gradually instead of fast.

I remember when you loved

me back. I was your songbird

in a cage, and still perfectly

happy to be that.

Come back my love and listen

to me sing, about how much I

love thee as I look in thy face.

A face I could describe a million

ways; the beautiful smile

you try to hide. The way your

eyes glisten when we bid our

good nights.

I haven’t seen neither for

months, I don't think my

voice makes you

happy as much.

Even so, I’m still yours,

locked in this cage,

anticipating your return

on any given day.

The days get longer now

as I wait, and I know one

day you won’t be back.

And thus I must find my strength

to lift this cage latch.

The last time you left, I was

singing my usual; my

unconditional love song

to you.

I tried to please with every

word, but you seemed to

be lost somewhere off in

another world.

Then the fade crept in

again, and took you

away, maybe for the last

time that day.

I was still singing as I looked

up to find, you had left without

the usual sweet good night….