Fire

I am the phoenix rising from the ashes

of the flames that you ignited

and extinguished.

 

I’ve mourned the consistency of your presence.

I’ve grieved the version of myself seen through your eyes.

I’m saying goodbye to what I thought could be. Would be.

Won’t be.

 

The self-doubt, sadness, confusion dampened my flame.

But as the ache eased, the remaining flicker grew.

 

You see.

You may have left me

with two blue ticks,

an array of what ifs

and unanswered questions.

 

But I have refound my wings.

 

I don’t have to stay here.

 

Maybe I can now fly on.