your song

i take a song in my hands
(yes, the one you wrote
that starless night
and sang to me
and i had gushed
more than the river
by which we sat)
and juggle it
with the many memories
we have made
over the years.
i look at all of them
airborne
and step back.
the memories fade
before they hit the ground.
the song
falls with a crash.
the shattering of a heart
when you walked away
must have sounded like that.
perhaps.