Well, it’s happened. We knew this day would come. I tried not to think about it. It felt like the magic would last forever. But the end finally came. The end always comes.
All four of my birds have left the nest.
It happened this morning. I missed the first two, but I was lucky enough to catch the last two leaving.
You know the best part of it all? The best most sweetest thing in the whole universe? All the siblings hung around the area and waited until each one had flown away. The others kept coming back and landing on the balcony, perched on my string lights, checking in, chirping encouragement, until the final bird took flight. Couldn’t you just die.
So it’s over. They all left this morning. no one has been back since. It feels weird. The birds gone. For weeks now I’ve been watching them. Checking on the nest, consistently, all day long. At least once an hour. But today, it’s like I forgot. Out of habit maybe, I kept opening the door to check on them.
Now I have nothing. The nest is empty. My heart is empty. My future is empty.
I’m mostly joking. And yet, I’m also not joking, not joking at all. I can’t explain it. It’s just some birds right. There are tons of them everywhere. Who even cares about dumb birds. But I can’t help it. There is an ache. a sense of loss. I don’t know what is the matter with me. I picture that empty nest, and I think about those birds flying around in the big wide world now, and I think about what I’m supposed to do tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, with no birds to worry about.
When will I stop looking out the window.
There’s something wrong with me.
Also, there is a lot of poop in that nest. From down here it almost looks pretty. But gross. Just gross.
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