Us birds

I felt I was in a cage, and that he was in there with me. And that now that I had let him out, even though he stayed near to cuddle and sing to me, I feared his song I'd never hear again. He could fly from me at any moment, with no warning.
Then I took a closer look and realized, I'm not caged and neither is he, and we both stay on the same tree. Not because there aren't other trees around, for this is no desert, but because we love each other's songs. So we sing to each other, and meet where his day ends and my day begins...