Lovebird

Oh my pretty bird, Your distance disheartens me. When I would hold you in my arms, And you'd sing me goodnight. My gentle angel, My ears caved in. Your tweets were no longer bright and soothing, But low and melancholy. My sweet dove, I miss your voice and your joy. Your fear and pain permeates my vision, Yet I lack the tools to ease you. The hearing aids you gifted, Now lie smashed on the floor. The words I yelled, promises I'd swore, Hands I'd once held... My unbound prisoner, My flightless flock, My grounded bird... I miss you. But, oh, my sweet dove. Your songs wreck my skull and your warmth marks my fingertips. My pretty bird, Could you forgive the me that's grown so distant? Could you let your voice out once more?