Freedom

A sea of yellow post-it notes blowing in the wind
each labeled a memory of your face
sketches, sonnets, single words
beautiful the one that shows up most often
All these post-it notes a security blanket of warmth
that kept this fuzzy go lucky feeling running through my veins
Then as I decide it's time to let you free I let them free
and they fly and twist racing each other into the horizon
the most beautiful compilation of litter I have ever seen
'Cause you face is beautiful and so anything related to it is as well
not that I could ever tell you that
One fourth of a decade, two years, three-hundred-sixty-five days,
eight-thousand-seven-hundred-sixty hours,
five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six-hundred minutes,
thirty-one-million-five-hundred-thirty-six-thousand seconds
three hundred and sixty five sticky notes all being set,
in a sense, free.
Just as I would be and you would be after this
then a single sticky note rests in my hand
the last of this release
The hardest to let go
the first sticky note you wrote to me
that started this whole obsession
Just a simple word, hi, started a wonderful relationship
And I end this beautiful goodbye with a single tear shed
letting go I watch it fly along with every memory I have ever had of you
and with that I feel free, but i never knew freedom would feel so
unguided
empty
lonely
free.