morgan freeman told me that some birds mate for life.

a pair of birds nested on the furthest woodpost along the front yard. they were always together. all the time, all the time. i could almost count on it; they would just sit perched atop the fencing and coo, shuffling occasionally to one side or another. freaking love birds, i would say.

as of late though, i only see one of them. the nest has long been abandoned and the chicks have gone to lead their own bird-lives. i can see the one bird right now outside the window. i can’t help but feel that the bird looks lonelier. all by its lonesome in lonesometown, usa.

i dedicate this song to you! “Baby Come Back” by Player.