Better on my Own

I took a little walk on my own for a while.

When I turned around to get back to you, you were already gone.

You held my heart for me.

I didn’t know you’d be gone when I realized why you held it so tightly.

You had my heart long ago.

Now it’s gone, with you, not sure if or when I’ll ever see either of you again.

Until then, I’ll go on, and I’ll seek out no one, for all I need is me.

I’ve learned that, now I can see I can grow a new heart.

I’ll be fine, I am good, better off, now that you’re gone.

– M.