Vivid memories of walking with you
by my side, rather slow, and forgetting
the rest of the world.
We would correct not our vocabulary,
but the topics we brought up.

My jaw dropped after every admonishing
response you had for me.
Never a question, just an applicable correction.
Heart beating too fast to know I am only being
counterfeit
around
you.

Rather than saying we should find a nest, you said
you would prefer to fly away and not be with me.
Hurt as I was,
I threw my journal to the ground,
I commanded you leave,
I slammed the door,
and picked it up again, and opened to the recent written pages.
I read these poems that were about you
possibly being gone.

It was no psychic power, it was never meant to be.
Now I still can hardly bear thoughts of you with another girl in
your arms.
Can't say there haven't been other gentlemen in mine.
I notice now as I walk a lonely path without you
by my side.
I have the sunbeam to myself, and I am free to think about whatever I need.

Though there are the times I think of you.
I feel my feet lead me at my own pace
that you could never handle at all.
The smile you gave me and the time,
you held my hands promising you wouldn't push.
Though you never made me laugh.

I finish my walk and I put my hand to my
heart.
It feels,
normal,
for a change.

While we tried to be with each other,
my heart pounded and I stuttered as a result
of my lungs pushing hard to breathe.
I feel my heart beat as it should, thumping perfectly and in comfort.
I am slowly breathing,
and as I am still letting you go,
I feel normal, fine, and
healthy as a bird.
I'll be one to fly away this time.