Where you choose to leave it

I left it 

on the 

corner 

of 815 and 21st street.

I let the wind 

talk to me first. 

It told me

all the things 

I needed to hear.

I took one 

last look behind 

me. 

I heard your

deep breath

and I was ok

for maybe the first 

time in a long time. 

I heard my

7 year old voice 

singing. 

I let the tear 

make its 

way down my 

face and 

drip at my 

chin.

It might be the 

only time I 

do this. 

Cry for you. 

So I let the 

tear go. 

I turned around 

and walked up 

21st street.

I remember 

you telling me 

once you loved 

me. 

It was in a fishing 

boat and 

it was the truest 

moment 

I had with you. 

I know we have 

unfinished 

business that can 

never be finished. 

So this is where I 

choose to leave it.

Here. 

On this street.