Literally, let my spirit free.
It was a deep release.
She was tired of me.
You left me once.
Maybe one day I will get that too.
I buried a story today.
It lived in my head.
Words wrapped out of soul and fell through my pen.
The page was bright like the sun.
Now it carries the pieces of when we were one.
I saved it to a file.
Did not know what name it deserved
so I gave it your's.
It sits uncomfortably in my hard drive.
Next to the recipe for knock me naked brownies.
I'm not naked anymore.