Out of my window, I saw a parrot
Mimicking all the words you said to me.
He mumbled and mumbled,
Until it was mid-night.
I guessed it was my illusion,
As I was bounded in my fictional world.
So I forwent for my slumber,
Reckoning about it was getting me warmer.
I went to grab my cosy quilt,
Trying to vacate to my fiction realm.
I knew I awkwardly sinned.
Why would you ever come back to me?
Thinking that I fell benumbed.
The next morning I heard things likewise,
I pushed my curtains to have a glimpse at my window.
Seeing that creature made me lose my mind,
I imagined if you were alive.
He dwelled in my house the whole day,
I named him after you,
to me the whole day as he recited something
to me the entire day, as you did.
When we weren’t apart, but together a whole being.