I’m standing tall after
a wasted war.
I’m holding up. I’m holding up.
Even when the spaces of my spine
remind me of our distance, I don’t
miss you. No, not anymore.
Everyone else’s life looks easier
from the valley of your own. If
you want to undress and become
someone else, that is your choice,
and I genuinely hope you’re happy.
Just know there’s no guarantee
that the new you will get along
with the same old me.