drunk butterfly

Recovery feels like purging myself from an

Endless black sea.

Noon arrived

With my head above the tide

Breathing effortlessly;

Absent of any memory of you.

The light looked different this day

In Plaza Dorrego.

Trees seemed to sway –

Delicately

While the promise of

Self doubt: Abolished –

Due to your absence

Seemed exhilarating!

You –

A tragedy no more,

Us –

Completely meaningless

In my autobiography.

How contemporary freedom feels.