For all the reasons in the world, it's so true; our lives are much more drab and empty when they're gone.
I'm wondering if the whole act of missing someone isn't a sign that we're not entirely unworthy of existence as a species. With all the bad news fed to us these days, we should take every good thing we can get to brighten our days.
Their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away,
the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still,
the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.
I guess I just miss my friend.