I remember a time when I would've grieved
if the turtle doves flew away
but
the turtle doves have flown away
and I'm still okay

I speak, "maybe they weren't real!"
strategic bourgeoisie distraction caused by this interaction
but
I know they were real

I enjoy political theory games
(something I never thought I'd say).
Their flight was so predictable,
but, regardless, I chose to stay.

The days are so quiet now that they do not sing.
I think maybe I'll follow them in doing my own thing.