Wonder why I went back for a look.
But I am aware of still another mental shift; one that notes all I wanted with clarity,
but with the calm of distance. God bless the distance.
I don't truly feel envious of what there is between, just as I don't truly feel smug at what you are without.
You have become less.
At one point that is all I could have asked for, and I have it now. At last.
Don't remind me of the tears
Don't remind me of the dreams I laid down
Don't remind me I was once destined to walk in your shoes
Don't remind me of the tears
Numbing fears
Murdered glee
Died beating its wing
falling softly
to finality.
Two years on, and the wounds are clearing up nicely.
Not without a mark, but well enough
to head back out onto the field
and play for keeps.
This is my city now.
Once yours, now mine.
