Clouds and contrails, above Peep o’ Day last night
I said: I want us each to live our lives.
Finding our own ways, forging distinct paths.
He asked if I’d found someone new. I said:
No. There’s only me. Isn’t that enough?
I want to shine through; sing out; dance once more
To my own heartbeat. I crave the feeling
Of sun on my back, and wind in my hair.
I need to live a while in the moment,
Because life is fragile and uncertain.
My wish for you is that you do the same.