You came and you came.
you took your time with it.
it was still warm out when you Finally did/the last bit of summer weeding itself out.
Then you left
Right in time for the winter to pass through me like a fucking blizzard that just
would. Not. Stop.

I’m ready to come up for air now.
I’m shaking/ from the cold and the trauma.
But I’m shaking off the snow/the sad/ the empty.
Dusting off my old self.
Ridding myself of this God awful winter
that tore me into tiny bits of confetti
Mockingly
Like:
“here you go, you tried to party yourself back to life
So I will turn you into the confetti you want to be so badly.”

It forced me to piece myself back together
Like the worst fucking puzzle
But I did
And I said fuck you
I said I will cover myself in glitter
And celebrate the victory of surviving you.

but I’m ready to come up for air now.
And you have your own surviving to do.
And I have to go now/ I have living I won’t put on hold

But when you’ve stumbled up enough stairs and pieced together your own confetti like a puzzle
Remember me
And when I’m through loving myself so much that
it overflows out of my ears and my mouth like overgrown flowers
Come to me

We’ll use the bits of confetti that don’t serve us anymore
to throw a big fucking party.