She goes away, Like a bird from the broken branch,  

without a word

I stand beneath the bough, wondering where she is now,

In bewilderment 

I take a few steps, move a little, the day is over and dark is spreading out,

I get ready for home

Fluttering of wings, I hear, seemed  almost like that, she tried to be free

I did not understand 

She walked to me then, sat beside me, looked at me in the eyes and told me everything, 

Now the night is over, I am ready for the pain…