Every so often, a tiny silhouette
Flies across my vision, carrying
A memory that may be
A message from the heavens.

It was yet another part of
The process that began long before
I thought, and may not yet
Have ended. Perhaps the message
Is to remind me that I have not
Moved on from moving on.

Would it have been worse if
I had confirmed the worst
She thought of me? Or
Could the break have been
Quicker, cleaner? Am I merely
Looking to legitimise a wish
That may prove her right after all?

Growing new skin over old ink
Was always going to take time,
But how many more times
Must I orbit the Sun, see the shadow,
Receive unwelcome word
From the heavens?

06/17/2019

Posted on 06/28/2019
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