It’s been 3 years,
And I feared that my heart had forgotten
The feeling of being whole.

But now my blood flows a little faster,
My breathing comes easier,
And my heart doesn’t skip at your name.

You’ve turned into a faded photograph,
Buried deep under sepia tones and new memories
Of a boy with strong arms,
And long fingers
Whose laugh makes my chest clench
In the best of ways.

He holds the promise of something new,
With music on his breath
And a song in his eyes.

I’ve realized I have the world at my fingertips.
For so long,
I have watched you cling to your sapphires and gold
But now,
I’ve found my own treasure:
I’ve found myself.
Now,

I’m free.