If I went, would he care? Or would the weight of his wings lighten? Would they weigh down? You cry a song of sorrow and yearning and I, a canary, cry back as your echo. You turn away and I wonder. What are you more afraid of, the echo or the answer? I gave you my feathers, plucked one by one. I am vulnerable. I am flightless. You soar to infinite expanse, yet are too blind to see it. I cry, “I’ll give you my eyes”, yet you denied. Is it not vision you’re after? Is it not what you lack? Now I lie, cold, blind, and flightless. All that’s left for me soars In expanse. You fall from the sky, body lain next to mine. You cry and you cry, “I need a heart to survive”, I reply, “have mine, I’ll give them to you like my eyes” but like my eyes ,you denied. Now we lie, lifeless, heartless, and blind.