Friend

Sitting on the same branch

Perched on the same bough

Waiting.

Nights and days pass

Precious minutes wasted          

And still it sits there. 

Waiting. 

Waiting for the friend

That will never come. 

But wait!

A flutter of wings

Sitting on the branch

But no. 

Still waiting.

Still longing for the friend

That - that will never come.

Their friend.

The one who was there for them.

The one who helped them. 

       The one who will never come back.