I Burned It

I burned

the photograph

of us.

Not because

I am bitter.

No!

You were;

everything

I could’ve asked for.

WE were everything

I could’ve asked for.

But,

I knew

it was time

to let go.

I ceremoniously

scribbled

on the back

I don’t recall,

now,

what it said

But it was something

along the lines

of

It is okay

to let go

he is not yours anymore

The ceremony went

on and I hoped

for us to dissolve into the stars

at the cap of your brain,

the one that shelters

your love; I burned it

as if you would

feel the release.

I watched it burn

feel the gasses

swirl

in the brain.

I

burned

it

from the corner,

to the inside

until I could no longer hold it

In My Hand.

It was too hot

and it went, so fast.

I felt lighter,

and I cried, the first

happy tears.

I forget about the power

that moment

filled me up with

The Power

that is

all Mine.

I remember it again,

slowly but surely

I sink back into

the seat of Power

alone,

and I am Okay.

Because I know

it was not you, my darling,

that I am supposed to keep,

It

Is

Me.