Closure

After several failed attempts of shipping my heart from LA, it suddenly happens; your touch is fading; the memory of you remains true. Our love was real but your voice wounds a healing heart; closure is inevitable when distance gives perspective. A true friend you are indeed, that'll replenish with time. i removed the moon from that silver string, now my skies light the way for better days. New romance is not of focus but welcomed with a warm embrace. i was the rose and you persuasively removed every thorn; no scorn held for your pastoral intentions. Intuitively, a bohemian queen seems fitting for my true incarnate embodiment; anticipation emits from a shackled romantic heart. May your beautiful brain be set free from the emancipation of the societal conformed norm. i return gracefully back to the shadows where you found me; my passport remains my permanent address, better days await thee.

-SoulWiseiii