Symmetrical

When you are full of feathers,
full of flight—
no footsteps
echo from you.

But the footsteps of virtue—
woven in the vibration
of harmony,
of sound and echo—
in silence,
weaving their equal wings:

“You know I’ll never leave you.”
saying no to me like this—

“Yes, we are symmetrical.
You need my pain
just as much
as I need your love.”