I never really wanted roots, I wanted wings instead,
something to take me away to those places
I believed I belonged to.
I got those wings, and I taught myself
how to fly. But the wings
never stayed on for long,
and each time I fell,
I fell harder, until I
was covered in bruises.
But then you came along,
and even though you didn’t have
any wings, and you didn’t know
how to fly, you rooted those wings
right unto my back,
and they became truly mine
and I picked you right up and took you with me,
and I, and we, never fell again.