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.
I saw a silhouette of a bird circling the stone towers above – where you rest
Days seem to drift into a lifetime you were meant to witness.
Fullness fills my spirit with every circumference you initiate —
I trace your spirit to mine
fragile, girl like
hollow from the longing of something whole you once inhabited.
Regrets fill my daydreams, and my thoughts retreat to lack of time spent with you.
Only now do I fathom how scared you must have felt —
how alone!
And the painting above, the witness to your finality
Still hangs as a reminder of you, I once loved
and now
hope to encounter again
in spirit.
drunk butterfly 