Self Release

Today I decided to get rid of the remnants.
Today I decided to give away those clothes.
It didn't consist of much, but it was enough to pain me a little when I rifled through my drawer or shuffled through my closet. And I was done with that part of my life. I was letting myself get out. I was letting myself be happy. I was letting myself forget.
It was a perfect Sunday, full of soft weather and lazy kisses. I could have stayed here forever. The intrusion was not a happy conclusion. So I didn't let it be. I sat in a swing, happy and content. I turned on the music, letting the soft and steady beat take me away, into a cheery morning. Waking up here with him, was a moment I was blessed to have.
These were the mornings of fall that I remembered and loved, and so dearly missed. I thought I might never see one so happy again, with yellow leaves on the ground and life ready to continue.
The piano in my head played on.
I was finding me, and I was happy to do it. It was hard, and I couldn't admit to even being close to reaching achievement in that area. But that wasn't to say there was no accomplishment. I was making it out ok.
I was making it out, piecing together my whole.