More Than Just a Hat

After the snow melted
And its ice tide had crawled away
Revealing the road again
We began to find things that we had lost;
mislaid.

For example: a woolen hat I'd bought you
as a birthday present lay, flattened by
car tyres, covered in black oil and dirt.

It lay there like a dead...jellyfish,
Washed up on a tarmac shore.

I bent to fish it out but you said:
"No. Leave it. It's too far gone."

I couldn't help but feel it was more than just
a hat that we were leaving behind; but it wasn't.