Becoming Strangers

I saw myself excited,

With a mischievous glint in my eye;

The joy of meeting someone...

The spark of something new.

I saw myself ensnared,

In the bear trap of love...

With no desire to escape,

And no way out but one.

I saw myself confused,

Unsure of where to go next;

I’d learned the taste of happiness...

And it was too sweet to last.

I saw myself in denial,

As my world came crashing down...

I told myself I was fine;

That I would soar up high, again.

I saw myself shot down;

My broken wings ablaze...

I hid and cowered and fled

The collapse of a crumbling sky.

I saw myself crushed,

With no will left to live.

I saw myself give up;

For my apocalypse had won.

I saw all that and more,

As I lay in bed in the dark...

Almost unable to grasp,

How far I’d come since then.

It’s hard to be exactly sure,

Of when I was reborn;

The exact date and time

My heart stopped craving hers.

But I found myself grateful;

For the relentless march of time...

As I recalled the pain I’d felt,

And how hard it had been to heal.

And now I owe a toast,

To the greatest healer of all;

As my wings spread anew,

And I once more take to the skies...

To celebrate the end;

And conclude my final verse

In the bittersweet symphony
Of Becoming Strangers.