We are two birds that perch with the other and then
We always come upon the same space of branch,
And we find refuge and rest.
He lands, then I land,
We keep each other from falling.
But when another bird shakes the tree,
Or the maybe the wind blows too hard for him to want to stay
Or another bird sings
Sweeter than mine,
I have to watch him fly away.
Then that branch just feels so lonely to me.
We fly different ways,
But we always find that same branch again,
I know I will pay
But I am still unwilling to fly away when he lands,
Because I love how warm it feels to be with
His wings wrapped over mine.
But when the other birds sing their songs,
When the wind blows hard,
When the tree shakes,
It is even colder than before.
So now I fly first,
Only landing long enough to remember how the warmth of his wings over mine felt,
He watches me fly away.
But when I land again,
It is still even colder than before.