Today was a good day. 
I thought of you thrice. 
I looked at my replacement and genuinely thought
                   I'm better. 
I got wind in my hair, 
Sun on my face to match my
More frequent smile, 
Relished in the sweetness that is my 
More frequent laugh. 
                   I'm lighter. 
Today was a good day. 
I planned an adventure, 
To see new, exciting and distant
All with my oldest favourite and potentials. 
I go minutes without thoughts of you. 
                   I'm progressing. 
Today I thought of else. 
Moments of retreat are growing
And the inevitable healing approaches
                   Despite haunting pain. 
Hope helps. I fell, 
                   But I'm starting to stand up. 
In reality baby steps are giant, challenging. 
Today I moved forward, 
I was intrigued deeply and truly. 
Interest sparked. 
And you, my dear, were not the cause. 
I say I'm better and I'm lying, 
                   To myself and the world. 
But say I'm getting better, you're becoming less, 
And I no longer fib. 
3.1.12 - The Broken
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