Birds Have To Fly Home

Birds have to fly home

The poem revolves around the subject of your very close friend (specifically a girl) is getting married.

Absurd stories, fits of laughter.
Vulgar jokes, crying on your shoulder.
Holding hands, laughing hard.
And how all my worries escape
through the gaps of your embrace.
I’m afraid this moment might
slip away and become just a
distant memory of tomorrow.
So let me capture us
before the time flies,
before we weep while
bidding you goodbye,
with all the wishes
to start over
with your new life.
Before the dusk,
when the sun touches the
gloomy yet beautiful horizon,
and when the birds have to fly home,
let me capture us.

Aina Nadeem