I want you to know just how much heart-aching joy I’ve felt in my life since I decided you were no longer allowed to be a part of it.
Baby, it fills rooms.
My peace tumbles from my hair every morning as I float around the room, thanking myself for every step I took in the direction away from you.
My happiness trails down rain-streaked boulevards; filling cups and leaving soft kisses.
There are flowers in my lungs where you once planted weeds.
Baby, they’ve grown roots.
You can’t kill my trees.
Dalliance 