Birds of a Feather...

I won't ask you to stay
Though it sure would be nice

I know you're busy but
You always manage to
Find the time
Stopping to listen
This tangled heart of mine

You never budge
Or
Haven't so far
I fairly think I could
Tell you anything and
Still you would listen
Never batting an eye
Never condescending

I don't ask you to stay
Because you're all ready here
You floated in
Quite unexpectedly
I think the North winds
Were blowing that day

I perched on my little branch
Loving to watch you fly
My wings broken
Thought I
Persistent
Patient
Consistent you
Casually pointing out
That I could
Still fly, too.