As the sun comes back around, my memories of him and I in summer begin to fade.
As the season fills with new I find myself making my slow escape from the past.
I am feeling more free now, with every passing day.
Hope is no longer my muse, I am my own inspiration.
My almost lover, I bid you farewell.
As I shed this cloak of insecurity you affixed so firmly to my back, I am reminded of the person you failed to see.
Strong, confident and centered.
A place I can only be without you.
When winter falls I shall have come full circle, replacing every season of your memories with the seasons of change.
What a wonderful place this will be, to finally be over you.