It couldn’t have been too long ago

when I rushed to catch a train,

with a satchel loose in hand

But I ran, and tripped, and over I fell

The papers I kept so dearly

unraveled, flew, away

Like little doves flapping, and gone

But I was not at peace

Watching secrets fill the air

The papers sank in muddled ponds

Blurred and never seen

Ink laced with my dreams

Of you erased off of the page

Ripped and torn apart

A reluctantly beating heart

With the remains encased in glass

waiting for them to break

for the pieces to fly away

Sometimes the doves, they migrate back

with only vague details

but never your eyes or laugh

I know one day the jar will break

along with it, my fate

and the horrible bringing of change

And so, when I got on the train

and looked out the window

I struggled to remember your face

As the doves travel far from home

and linger, then I think, 

How could you truly leave?