I went past a road today
one that we used to walk.
And you’re barely a memory.
I remember waking up
in the middle of the night
sobbing
understanding what writers meant
when they chose the words “heart wrenching”
because i didn’t think i would survive.
But I did.
It might have taken a while,
a really long while,
but I did.
And now I want to remember
walking past these same streets
how I feel right now.
I’m celebrating how much I feel okay.
I’m healed.
And I don’t ever wish to see you, make no mistake,
I’m just glad I’m at the point
I don’t give a damn.
I’m happy.
My life already far exceeds my expectations.
And I’m going to start looking for better.
