The Blackbird

I am the bird that you so spot 

In distant streets but you will not

Attempt to touch my pleading face

And when I get into your space

You walk away and will not stay

And even at the end of day

When air is dark and eyes are blind

You never really seem to find

The heart to touch my darling face

It doesn’t matter where the place

Or what the time that I appear

hope you know I’m always near

And so you do which wets my eyes

It doesn’t come as such surprise

And even though I love you so

You don’t love me and that I know

I will always let you be

And soon will have to let you free

- Bianca Gain