A walk.

A walk reminding you of all the walks before,
unfinished smiles, unfinished miles beside the locked door.
Because I crushed and crumbled your heart more than once,
Part with my words, part with my absence.

The soul in your eyes,
pierced through my disguise.
Strange little paper-boats up again,
I hope it doesn't, then I hope it does; rain!

You're right, I could never forget you,
your spell was deeper than what I thought, I knew.
But, you know it well,
I won't say a word, even if the heart rebels.