The Wall

For weeks that bird was outside the window, everyday it chirped and you said you never heard. 

“There is no bird.”

For weeks you tried to convince me I was crazy, it was my imagination you said but that didn’t phase me. It was loud and yet you still couldn’t hear, window up to your ear. Finally I broke and let it go, I believed I was insane and having a mental break. But then one day, we looked outside the window and saw the little nest hiding on the beam of your porch. Of course. 

“There is no bird.”