Night Bird (a fictional fantasy)

This moment will become a memory
forgettable but for these words, the night
bird calling out a steady pitch of E-flat
tapering off into a warble with no reply —
his question echoing into the shadows
an unrequited love song. It’s been a long
time coming till you finally texted me,
months of waiting for you to initiate
a greeting I thought would never bloom.
I let you loose like the ribbon of a helium-
filled balloon, I blew salty kisses to the crescent
moon, until you settled like a fallen flower
in the palm of my open chest and rested —
a feathered muse coming home to roost
in the nest of my fluttering heart.