I left a note on your car today,
it sat alone in the parking lot
like an abandoned century,
set in place to guard the lost
and the broken hearted.
The note wasn’t enough,
scraps of paper and shreds
of words can’t hold fast
to long lost dreams of simplicity
tainted with the purest hope.
I drove away, staring straight
ahead because if I looked back,
I always look back, I knew
I’d watch it’s tattered edges
burn from the fire left behind.