And if I lose you too
so goes the last link
in the chain that keeps me
tethered here.

I did not want this at first:
to tuck your downy head under my wing
because my Other has stopped
listening to my song

If you greet me with silence,
my little love,
my little dove
then off I'll go

I'll quit this concrete cage for another land
even as you and my Other chart your own
migratory paths: west, east, south or north
out of memory