i’m a blue robin egg in an used, empty nest still waiting hatch. those grown up birds already fell, they flew far, and left me in an used, empty nest. and i try to think if i had three eggs, would i keep the one that never changed. see my babies grow, and keep the last in an used, empty nest. would i still love an egg that never hatches. that never flies, but never crashes. would i love an egg enough to leave it in an used, empty nest.