by Lori D
Outside my kitchen window today,
I heard that distinct birdsong.
I hadn’t heard it in so long.
It transported me to another time and place.
Me, on the porch, writing in my journal.
You, by my side, relaxing ever so content.
Both of us at peace,
listening to the melody floating past the leaves.
The bird ceased its serenade,
and I transported back here without you,
my cheeks saturated from tears.
Oh, that I could bottle that song.
What type of bird might it be?
Why doesn’t it sing more often?
I sensed you so close,
I thought I heard you breathe.
It’s been a long four years without you.
But, today I could almost touch you.
I sensed you traveling to me
along the route of the tune from the trees.