I've had to say goodbye to...
Valentine's Day presents from lovers, "Be my Valentine" paper cut-outs from children - my children, children I've taught
Birthday presents from admirers - flowers that filled my desk so that I could barely peek through
The lightness of losing myself in the dance - of thinking there would always be passion, and dancing, and lightness of being
Always be valentines and admirers and flowers on desks
Lullabies and youthfulness and porcelain skin
I've had to say goodbye to all of these and sometimes don't remember what it's opened me up to
Except the nameless gap of disappearing between the notes
But then, not every dance must be a waltz...
There's sunlight through curtains, quiet tea, and sacred mornings
When nothing pushes me to be where I'm not
There's swaying softly to music, whispering the words
There's choosing, and turmoil, and the fear of freedom
But it's a freedom, hard-won just the same
And as deep as everything I've had to say goodbye to.