it rained last night again,

it rained last night again,
and washed away the footprints
on the sand of sad silences
sprayed on the path
that i had walked with you
once
now, do not remind me of the chatter of birds
who have not forgotten
my daily chore of feeding them
one by one
in the way they want
but still i remain
in wait
for a bird
that has nested
far away
among dark clouds
but on a tree
full of fragrant
flowers
that i prayed for