There's so much more out there,darling:
days of sun and warmth,
without his face,
without his presence.
There're meadows of freedom
from chains that had you so trapped,
you forgot you wanted to escape.
Yes, he's gone,
and that simple fact provokes no tears,
for, more importantly, the one who's back
is you,
in your full and newly recognized splendor.
You're a masterpiece darling,
and he's not the artist.