To Free a Bird

Free Bird,
I thought I knew,
but I had no idea.
I felt some assurance
in your sweetness
but I'm bereft.
This sense of deja vu
is cutting
and makes me sick.
You wouldn't be there
at the end of a long, difficult day-
not unless it were your plan,
or your convenience,
or to dissuade
your own boredom.
How can I commit
to unending
non-commitment?
You are pretty though,
and with my eyes closed.
Your colors are a siren,
"Come close and confide,
but never touch or feel."
Thank you for your glimpse
of sweetness
Free Bird.