I pluck away at my feathers
And scatter them to sandy riverbanks.
Some find a home in stray branches
While others fall only to drown.
My hope is that you will see me
Before both of my wings are gone.
I’m giving up my open skies
To walk the same Earth as you.
But I am also well aware
That you never sought me out,
That you never glanced at the clouds
And wished to sail amongst them.
I’m giving away my hope,
Betting my everything
That I can survive this fall,
And that you will return to me
A reality better than my dreams.