I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

I asked a birdie to bring me a message.

He agreed and went off to find it.


I spent endless days enthused and impatiently

awaiting his return, with a note specially addressed

to me.


In a short eternity, he returned.

I eagerly pried open the folds,

almost missing the handsome

lettering, which helped engrave

my name on the fine paper.


I searched over the letter, allowing

exciting words to jump out to me

before actually reading the content.


I began to read...


I flipped over the letter, rereading

my name on the front.

Hoping it would spell another, hoping

I've received someone else's note.


I flipped it again, to validate what

I just read.


These were not words I wanted

to read.


There was no way this was meant

for me.


I loosened my grip on the letter,

and allowed the letter fall to

fall to the ground.


My heart now beating in a rhythm

that lets me know it's broken.


I wish I had not opened it.


I wish I had not sent the bird

to retrieve it.


I wish I didn't have the curiosity

to know what the universe

thought of me.


I do wish to grieve alone now.