i watch for the mailman
as a child waits for santa clause
hoping for news from you-
no word comes

you don't know what
you do to me
i am trapped-
a prisoner in my own home

one day you'll return
from africa or germany
or where you've been
to find your little bird
has flown it's cage

Faith Elizabeth Brigham

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-bird-2/