myself for not being able to
forget you,
I wake up today-
and you’re not in the air
anymore.
No trace of your scent
on my mornings,
no silhouette of your head
lingering in stories.
The world feels wider,
brimming with possibilities.
no more your eyes
burning holes in my back.
no guilt for not belonging
to your songs.
It feels strange,
to have dreams that
are clean,
to breathe without
reminiscing.
Sixty kilos off my
shoulders, and
the lightness I feel-
must be the air.
the buoyancy in my
bones- is this the fresh
taste of freedom?
must be.
Deep sighs and
smooth rides like
a soaring flight.
I'm a bird again?