Some loves aren’t lost — they’re released.

You hold them gently, learn their shape,

and then one day realize your hands

were never meant to keep them.

This is the kind of goodbye that doesn’t punish;

it teaches you how to let something fly

without calling it abandonment.

My sweet little bird, 
How it chirps with glee. 

 
I aim to make it happy, 
Since it belongs to me. 

 
Day in. 

Day out. 

 
I feed it on time. 

 
I watch as the cage, 
It so diligently climbs. 
 
I give it nothing but love, 
With tendering care. 

 
I feel a bond growing, 
As I constantly stare. 

 
It’s feathers are quite perfect, 
Shiny and clean. 

 
Admiring this growth, 
 

Playful,  

It still seems. 

 
 
Till comes a day. 

 
The chirps are unheard. 

 
It’s normal routine, 
Becomes more absurd. 

 
The cage grows increasingly quiet. 
 

No enthusiasm. 

No matter what I do. 

 
It gazes out of a window, 
I see it admiring the view. 
 
After some time, 
It starts to come clear, 

 
I’m taking away, 
The world it holds dear. 

 
Trapped in a cage, 
Unable to fly, 

 
To know what is wrong, 

 
I shouldn’t ask why. 
 
I thought it was mine. 

 
A heavenly gift. 
 

Selfishly i forgot, 
Nature  

It would certainly miss. 

 
The reason it’s here 
Is not to be mine. 

 
For I completely misjudged 
This now obvious sign. 
 
Now on this new day, 
As it grows ever fatigued, 

I offer it freedom. 

 
Something it desperately needs. 

 
Ages together, 
I now open its cage. 

 
As the wings start to flap, 
The bird returns to its stage. 
 
As it ventures outside, 
The birds fate belongs as its own. 

 
For its life isn’t mine, 
To selfishly make my own. 

 
Free it can fly. 

 
The sky  

It can now touch. 

 
I didn't realize  

I was hurting it, 

 
By loving so much. 
 
Free it shall be, 

 
No longer in a pen. 

No longer a prisoner, 
To its very best friend. 

 
More friends shall it find, 
No longer held captive by me, 
 

More birds like itself, 
The free bird will eventually see. 
 
I’ll sit alone. 

 
Astonished,  

Ill stare. 

 
Smiling as it flies. 

My heart truly cares. 

 
To see it soar, 
As high as the sun, 

 
I hope on occasion  

It returns, 

 
When the flight of freedom  

Is done.