when the dove flies on

The pain comes from knowing I can’t complete this journey with you.

The pain lies in the fact that there will be times where I will have to travel to places beyond your place of residence.

The pain lies from the fact that I have to traverse a path without you for a while.

I adore you and I have cherished our energetic companionship.

I love our times. I loved our life.

But I am not that same girl that you feigned complete love towards.

Have we let time get the best of us, not used it to our advantage?

Is the advantage our preservation? Is that what’s best?

I love you so dearly.

You were that person to me once, I know that for sure.

I know the mornings I used to adore with your presence.

And now, it’s just different.

The man who once adored me is no longer there.

The woman who exists in the realm of magic has no more energy to throw your way.

And so I’ll return to me magical scape of mind and let you live in logic and calculation.

This little dove lives above it all.

One day, if you find that you want to come fly with me, I’ll always leave a space for you.

It belongs to you, always. You’ll never not have a space in the home of me.

But now I know for myself.

If I continue to subside the magic of myself, I won’t find myself completely.

I’ll be a lost little girl looking for the validation of another.

I am enough myself.

In the solitude of my being, I am radiant.

I need to continue that energetic fulfillment.

I need to be myself so that I find someone who can cherish who I truly am.