How Things Change

I am the Wandering One

who can re-create

herself

on a daily basis

if that's

what is needed

and I wonder, does

the Phoenix

after her rebirth,

remember the ashes

from whence she came?

or back even farther still-

the pyre

that she set aflame?

because I could
forget

could put you away
as you were,
as we were

in some far back corner

of my memory

recall you fondly, or

at least recall

sometimes

if that's

what is needed

because the Truth is

that you

never loved me

the way I did you,

and that's Okay
now
it is

but after

careful examination

of all the paths

that we travelled,

all the ones I followed you down

thinking it

was what you wanted too,

I have had

Enough,

finally.

which strikes me as
almost funny

because enough
is exactly what
you could never give me,
my doing as much as your own
perhaps,
no fault, no blame,
no responsible party

just what is

just what was

and so

now

I don't know
exactly where to place you

but I'm willing to try-

to clear out some corner

for you to Be,

where I could smile
over at you

once in awhile

when I'm feeling

good

nostalgic

happy

I could remember you tenderly, or

at least remember

if that's

what is needed.