spitfire

she opens her wings
and feels the wind blow over them

despite it all, despite the fall
she will find a new nest, a new home

though she will always miss
the one in which she truly hatched

she leaps, wings catching air
rising, soaring, forever seeking

but she turns back, one last time, looking at
a nest in which she wishes she could remain

and she roars a song, of bittersweet thanks
of parting, and of hope, for some form of rebirth

then turns her wings towards the rising sun
and soars, to horizons unseen.

goodbye, Cohost.
how I'll miss you so.