My heart splits in two
I see what I must do
Give into this Hermit life
To see my life's path through
Kindness that's been buried deep
The kind I used to give to me
Has begun to rise and fall—I weep,
I mourn for the moments there was a "we"
Knowing that our Never is all that's left of past Forevers
I gather my bearings and proceed with my endeavors
Hands still healing from holding too tightly to our tethers
I've let go now, feeling lighter, sprouting my own feathers
My heart is mending, molding, fusing back into itself
As the pitiful wreckage of our past waves its final storms
I see myself walking alone, knowing he is not by himself
A shifting—I awaken to my own healing, my heart warms
I can love deeply, from afar, as I heal my scars
Never together, never apart, always a part
He will amuse me, in my heart, in the stars
But for now, it's just me inside this healing heart