He was older than her.
She was beautiful,
With a fragile soul in her slender body,
They walked as a pair would
And did not argue over the small things.
Everyone around wondered
How are they not husband and wife
There was just one tiny problem
Which drove him insane
He loved her,
She loved to fly in the night.
He suffered when it got dark outside
He didn’t sleep, locked the windows at night
He cried and drank bitter steeped tea
At that hour when she flew in the night.
In the morning she always swore
That yesterday was the very last time
He forgave her, but it got dark outside at night
And despite all, she still flew away.
He gifted her flowers
Bought her perfume
Wrote her songs
Read her his poems
He was grabbing at the last thread
Like the biggest fool.
He was afraid that one night, under a full moon
She’ll forget her way home
And one night
It happened exactly like that.
He suffered when it got dark outside
He didn’t sleep, locked the windows at night
He cried and drank bitter steeped tea
At that hour when she flew in the night.
In the morning she always swore
That yesterday was the very last time
He forgave her, but it got dark outside at night
And despite all, she still flew away.
For three days and three nights
Without food or drink
He sat by the window
And looked at the sky
He repeated her name
Walked out on the perch to greet her
And when the moon turned into a crescent
He stepped out as she did
He soared as she did
Though not upwards, but down.
In the morning she always swore
That yesterday was the very last time
He forgave her, but it got dark outside at night
And despite all, she still flew away.
And despite all, she still flew away.