About The Bird With A Bleeding Heart

I was the one who taught you once about the bird with a bleeding heart.
How it raised its head, opened its eyes and stared to places beyond its reach.It has kept its dignity in the middle of its pains.
It managed to fly back to its nest and still sang its usual songs in the morning.
At night, like you, it did not sleep, and had a good look at the stars.

It was you who was seated at the last row at the last column of the chairs of the room.
Unlike the rest, it was you who listened most.
You wore a thick, heavy tinted sunglass, and you stared to every movement Of my eyes and lips as i was telling the story.

I had a good glance at you. You shed a tear and then you hid it in your hand.

Time flew. Swiftly.

I received the letter that you sent. You thanked me.
There is no return address, but let me tell you now as you read this poem.

This is our journey together.We are no longer afraid to cry.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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