No Birdy under my desk warming herself by the baseboard.
No Birdy waiting on the mat by the front door ready to inform us.
No Birdy kissing, leaning, staring into our eyes.
No Birdy humming every time we walk by.
Birdy, our love, our big love, we are without compass
to navigate this merciless road. With a heavy heart, we liberate you
incapable of saying goodbye.