fly

egg plucked
from warm nest

little bird gone
before drawn breath

I was watching
waiting for you to hatch

incubating, gestating,
rounding and firming

delicious
salacious life

your presence
consumed me

and for a time
you were utterly mine

breathing love
deep into my veins

feeding my soul
with your tiny spirit

but eggs get counted
and choices are made

and now only
a ghostly shell exists

filled with
your memory and my longing