Why would I want to begrudge or deny – a pair of mended wings?
The only thing I might do, would be to ask you to –
Use them to get you as far as you can from me.
I am not mad about the successes you’ve had – or the future you look ahead for.
The problem you see, is that your healing doesn’t heal me –
On the contrary, I’m somehow emptier than I was before.
But these things don’t necessarily mean – that my intentions for you have changed;
I still wish you no less, than the bluest skies and lasting breath –
You’ve confided your struggles and most secret fears and spiritual pain.
Just because the stars don’t glow just for “US” – Life will still go on.
Separate paths will slowly pass – and forgotten belly laughs –
I want you to keep flying further and further, now that you’ve really gone.