I am setting this free
This sullying feeling that
Seems to surround us when-
Ever we conjoin paths

I’ll miss parts of you,
The parts that attracted
Me to you early on
Not the disturbances that
Crept out and cleared up
This illusion

Now you might say
I am not who I
Pretended to be
And that to you
I am tainted

Fine, I can be that
I am anything
You perceive me as
But you see,

It does not matter
This naïve view you hold
Because to me,
I am a free bird…

But, try not to think too hard
I was just a figment
Of your imagination
I do not exist