And I,
for the first time
in a very long time,
heard the birds sing
and felt the wind against my face
and only had one thought:
"This life is so beautiful."

And I,
for the first time
in a very long time,
allowed myself to breathe
and let go of my worries.
And I looked up at the sky
and it was so clear.

Clearly I,
for the first time
in a very long time,
loved myself
and chose myself
again.

You broke her.
She couldn’t go a day without crying.
But it wasn’t because she missed you.
It was because she missed herself.
She didn’t know where she was and it took forever to find her.
You suffocated her, nearly killed her.
But the crack of light she thought was blinding her
became the beckon of hope she never knew she needed.
She crumbled your jagged walls of isolation to the ground
and now nothing can constrain her.
You hate seeing her happy,
but that’s not anything new, is it?
Your weight no longer keeps her beneath you.
She’s always been stronger, better, worth more.
It’s a shame you knew before she did.
She could have avoided you all together.

I watch as the night unfold its beauty:
The luminescent moon shining above
And the stars that sparkle throughout the night.
He said: “The light that you see from those stars has been emitted several years ago.”
I smiled.
I said: “I know. Just as how humanity appreciate the value of someone when they’re long gone.”
I smiled bitterly at the stars.
“I miss you.” I murmured.