"If you love something, let it go.
If it doesn't return, it was never yours,"
they said.

Well it WAS mine.
There are no two ways about it.

What they don't tell you,
is that some things don't return,
not because they weren't yours,
but because they die
without you to hold it.

One look at you and
I saw the smile on your face
reflect the starlights.

Forty-seven birds,
On a line at the station.
A momentary surge,
Severed all relations.

Like food poisoning,
At a picnic.