I kept the tiniest nook in my heart open for the idea you had changed from the caterpillar you were into the butterfly I knew you could be.
The eagle I saw soaring from your armslength exposed to the elements never holding you back but throwing you forward into the fire of the earth.
The fire that sparked a million and one reasons you could be better than you are.
I kept that space there for the instance you came back into my life without asking to prove to me you could be something more, something meaningful and something that grew in others growth.
That space was filled up with the black soot you collected from the sewers that housed you and have been housing you.
The rats have been your company, chewing at your arms I saw as wings, gnawing at your cocoon.
I hope one day you have the courage to turn into the smoke that shoots out of the grates in the middle of the road and stop traffic with how blinding your build is.
I hope you shine in the darkness of the underground and realize you don't belong there, soaking in the garbage and waste.
I will never be the branch you weave your nest on, or the seeds in your feeder, however I'll always be the invisible wind at your back and the silent whispers in your dreams at night.
We can never go back, but know I wish you well, that's all I've ever wished.