Birds Have Flown Poem by Joyce Hemsley

'Bang' goes the door - 'he' has gone
and she is bereft, the hours seem long.
Sad and lonely she will always be
romance is dying, for all to see.
Her heart will suffer so much pain
if 'he' is late coming home again.

But at the windowpane she'll wait;
hours pass - she knows her fate.
Ascending the stairs, she sings no song
never had she looked so pale and wan.
No morning chorus...rooftops are bare,
the nightingale left old Barclay Square