not alone but left behind

not alone but left behind
flock scattered
but a few
the quiet one
didn't ask the others to stay
(now they are all "others")
They didn't ask anything
she has the only voice now
the birds flock
they forget 
but a few
I'm fairly certain birds don't cry
I only cry in dreams 
and rainy days suffice
I want to call the fall a slippery slope
of crossed lines, blurred vision
I want to say it could have happened to anyone
with a beating heart
love happens to us sometimes
and other times we choose it
either way it could destroy us all
she has the only voice now
the birds flock
they forget
but a few

is it any wonder the quiet one has flown?