It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
Your memory hasn’t haunted me
in a very long time.
You used to be ever present:
all my thoughts once had a path that led back to you,
It has been days since I craved
the heat of your touch;
months since I longed to see
the curve of your smile.
Now, it has almost been a year since my eyes last connected with yours.
How uplifting it is, I think, to see you slowly fade from me.
It floods me:
the realization that my hands are free
from being bound to your existence.
All that gratifies me now is the comfort of the idea that
I am left with nothing but your memory,
to be antagonized
of my own free will.
It is nothing if not liberating.