White-Winged Dove

I still see you in the quiet hours
when the day lets go of me
In borrowed light and half-forgotten songs
you come back silently

I don’t call you, I don’t chase you
still you find me when you do
Like love softly passing through

We didn’t love forever
maybe just a season
maybe that’s the reason
you’re my white-winged dove

The years move on in ordinary ways
new names, different scenes
I’ve learned how not to say your name
in places you won’t be

I don’t call you, I don’t chase you
still you find me when you do
Like love softly passing through

We didn’t love forever
maybe just a season
maybe that’s the reason
you’re my white-winged dove

Some things don’t fade, they settle in
not close enough to touch
They’re not the weight I carry now
just the echo of what was

I move on with an open heart
and truths that I hold close
And let the past stay where it lives
That’s where I loved you most

I wake to whispers of a name
and days that still unfold
There’s room for something yet to come
inside a life no longer cold

We didn’t love forever
maybe just a season
maybe that’s the reason
you’re my white-winged dove