Tear me apart.
Then put me back together.
The shattered shells of an empty nest, likely to find traces of young birds’ feathers; trying to fly away. Too soon.
So keep me with you.
In your arms until I can fly again and circle that blue unrequited sky.
Free at last. Free from the oldness, the weight of my actions.
Before I met you. Before I my heart was broken and loved.
Loved and bruised and touched and alive.