Birdhouse

Alone, so alone

I thank being born,

as people intend for me to be meaningful

I thank waiting here in anticipation

Solitude is hell but only because I know there is a heaven

The heaven where the one flies to me

And I embrace them with all that I am

I will nurture them,

Allowing the use of all my facilities

I wait through the rain, even the seasons 

Don't I deserve it?

It happened before, but abandonment followed when I was no longer necessary

It won't be like that next time

They will come

They have to