separate

A pink sink with long black hair

it doesn't matter I tell myself

since the sway of your body

with your hand raised as you cook

reminds me of the first doubt

I had about you.

Embrace the void

of moving on,

moving on

is celebratory

as it is on a new spring day

when you imagine

cherry blossoms raining in the wind

and recover from the grief of

the long winter you endured.

Separate is the love of the past

without wanting it to return

a wise friend said.

Hallelujah!