Since you’ve been gone
I notice little birds.

These little birds come and go.
They come, hello
they go, goodbye.

I have wondered if they are you.

But then I tell myself
if they were you
they wouldn’t go,
they would stay.

Against all odds
against nature and instinct
and the cruelty of existence.

So maybe they are you.
All of them.
Piece by piece,
visit by visit.
Coming,
going.

A never ending loop of you.
No beginning
no end.
Wherever I am,
as long as I’m here.