I always said I was a caged bird
I started my family young, tied down
Reaching and anticipating the moment
I can spread my wings ...and fly.
Away.
A new place
A new start.
Wondering, Pondering.
What's next?

"It's not you, it's me" he says.
Leaving me speechless as he tries to explain.
I hear nothing he's saying.
Staring off into the distance
Tears rolling down my face without even blinking.
I'm over him, I've moved on.
He says "Hey, how have you been. I've been thinking about you"
No
I'm not doing this again. "It's not you, it's me" I say.

She sits quietly, book in hand. Reading each line with intensity.
Sipping that sweet red wine that leaves such a succulent taste on her tongue.
Like his kiss, oh that kiss of his. So sweet, wet. His lips so soft.
Touches like velvet over my porcelain skin. Making my body weak.
Oh she misses that.
Now she's left with that bitter taste of goodbye.

I'm lost in my mind. Trying to escape the thoughts that keep me awake. The why's the why nots, the what ifs.
So much more to do, more to learn, feel, see.
Have to write to get it all out. It can't stay in my head. I'll go insane.