This Me

The mist
on my face
as I
walk
is welcomed.
Its chilly
and misty
and I can leave
your memory
in the air.
Each
step gets
you out of
my head.
When I
think about
the past and
put it
together I
see.
I see
the lies,
the life
you built
was careful.
You built
the outside
like the
exterior of
a beautiful
home
and never
allowed
me to fill
it with love.
It was just
a empty
shelter.
Just like
me back then.
I was just
shelter and
empty on the inside.
You liked
me that way.
I allow myself
to let you back
in my thoughts
from time
to time.
It makes
me sad
and then
I am reminded
that without
you there
would not
be a me.
And I
love me.
I love
this me.