Feather… Once an important part of me. Now, fallen apart.
And I know you are aware not of how I feel.
What was it like?
Was I too obsessed with my dream?… Dream to fly high, to be there in the clearer sky.
Too engrossed to realise that our bond was weakening?
Too lost to notice that… You were no more a part of me.
Or had it actually pained?
Pleasant sun, mild breeze, pure air and you… Which protected me, helped me fly.
Joy of your presence. Faith in our togetherness. Bliss.
But something. Just then. Mercilessly pulled you apart.
Something… Fake words, hollow promises (so you thought).
A cry of pain. But. You were no more a part of me.
Whether it had hurt back then or not; an eternal pain shall forever remain.
Me, a bird. And you. A feather… Once an important part of me. Now, fallen apart.
And I ‘still’ know that you are aware not of how I ‘actually’ feel.
