Day 7 – Storms
I know you watch me,
As I walk away.
I’m glad you do,
And my pride causes me to stand up straighter and let my hair seem longer as it falls over my shoulders.
In my heart I know that I should be kind and let it go,
But it still feels good to make you miss what you’ve lost.
I’m glad I swam that extra 50,
I’m glad I look as good as I do tonight.
But then part of me tells the rest that finally,
What’s past is past.
I will always look,
But you are a part of person that is slowly losing touch with who I am today.
It is easy now.
I know that a part of my heart will always reach for you,
but she is memories stitched into sinews I will carry with me as a lesson.
I am my own,
For a night in the dark when I barely see your face as you pass me.
I smile and I let myself live,
And I marvel because I can weather a storm without you, and be happy.