dead.


I had caught,

so long ago,

a bird I never wanted

to let go.

It loved me though

both thick and thin.

It sang for me,

and helped me when

I knew that I

could not get up.

With laughing souls,

we raised it up.

But things had to go

and mess it up.

'Cuz people change,

and give things up.

You and me,

we took care

of this birdey;

we raised it up,

oh-so proudly,

but things had to go,

and mess shit up.

'Cuz we both changed,

and gave shit up.

I don't know, really,

what to do,

I couldn't imagine

a life without you.

But the bird is dead,

and I'm still holding on.

And it's starting to smell.