You were my magic trick,
my own little
disappearing act,
but I called the shots
and I kept you
hidden deep within
my polyester hat.
When performing my greatest
illusion,
you flew away with
the doves. I tried
grabbing hold
to your tail feathers,
desperately pleading,
desperately begging for you
to stay,
but your mind was made up
and your intentions were
clear.

You left me behind
and I have tried everything
to create the same
illusion
to no avail.