My birds

My birds have left their nest.
My birds of hope,
of wish,
of longing,
my birds of love,
of belonging
have left me alone.
I let them fly away,
knowing they cannot live here.
I’d never be what you want,
you’d never give what I want,
and love is never enough.
Not for birds to live.

Dragon, 2021

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