I swore I knew you once, long ago, but you vacated
left behind a husk called hope, in that you just temporarily relocated
a sandy mirage to my thirst, just one hill away to be ever sated.
But an entity you are, to fly up high or caged down low, constantly underrated.
A visit for the genuine smile
a chirp to tell of your time filled miles
then you blink, I guess I'll see you in a while.