Inseparable

You loved the canary that pronounced the unpronounceable.

You said, "He likes you." I did not

understand what I might say 

back to the bird. I failed to refuse, just stood there. 

Listening to speech of a kind, percussive in spurts. 

I did not speak back, I watched the canary dart 

from lamp to cushion to shoulder. Mine. 

I mined the room for silence. You told me (both of us) 

today you felt especially loved, your two friends 

together with you in the room.