You hold on to the last

That you had from me.

You wait on the front porch

Of your house

You wish to see me there, waiting.

I got tongue tied when you called me

At four a.m..

You said you missed me so much,

It was hard for you to sleep and,

I tried to write you a postcard,

I put it on my window,

For a bird to come and take it,

To you.

You are a beautiful creation,

I want you to know,

But I'll always be that cautious creature,

Who doesn't even run.

Don't think that I've anything against you,

I just tend to put up a fight against

The people who love me the most.

I'm a cautious creature,

But you are a beautiful creation.

~Reema