A gentle hum and beat of wing,
A soft voice washing over,
Won’t you let me in little bird
Hushed into silence.
It felt the pain in his heart lessen
Less than a dull ache, wanting it to vanish
Raising it’s head turning to meet
A sweet face, to his beautiful eyes,
To the good morning glory,
Not realizing just how much
They had missed each other.
A heart that ached and watched
A chest that heaved in anticipation
A soul that craved one to the other
For a need that remained
By another completely filled.