It's ironic that today is a day of independence,
A whole month away from me.
I thought I'd be sadder,
But I've actually never been so happy.

It's ironic that one month ago,
We said our goodbyes-
July 4th has been a day
In which I didn't cry.

It's ironic that you didn't
Think I could be okay,
Where here I am, breathing and smiling without you.
I'll live to see another day.

July 5th will come,
As will my life in it's entirety,
But today I realized my immense indenpendence,
I realized alone and happy is something I could be.