April 23rd, 2015 is the two-year anniversary.

Singing to my cat andAdventuring on my own are myMain past times for now. But youNever know when it will change.You're out of my life and almost out of my soul completely.You're going away and some nightsI'm overcome by how fucking gladI am that the days are mine again.The shards of me are mostly whole again, guardedBut not closed off for all. One dayLove will stop taking its sweet time.One day there will be photos of meTaken by someone else who thinks I'mThe greatest model he will ever need.He'll keep my phone in his pocketsAs we skirt the edges of a creek bed andSnooze in the sun. He will smile when IMarch right into a cold river because he knowsI can't resist water or beauty. He will be my ride or die partnerAnd sometimes lay in bed alone so I can have a girls night.Other nights we will have sloppy drunken kisses and silly grins as we hold sweaty palms,Knowing who we want to take home for always.We'll go to places far and near,Wake up at dawn to meander through morning dew for a sunrise,And sleep in after waking only to feed the cat.And if I ever remember the pain, see your face or even encounter you again,I'll rest easy the next night because I knowYou didn't keep me from the life I deserve.