Poem by Aeowynn Ayres
Art by Alisa Kokorovic
I look at photos of myself from the period that I knew you, and I am glad.
Glad that the storms you were battling no longer endanger my harbor,
pulling me down below the surface,
I am glad that the bullet holes that you pierced through me are starting to bloom
from the seeds I began planting after you left.
The flowers mask the horribly ugly imperfections you left on me.
They are blossoming, beautiful colors of baby blue and fuchsia and vermillion–
all colors I was never able to see with you.
I find comfort in the fact that you will never smell the shampoo I now use,
and the fact that my sheets are made of a different thread than the last time you left the four
posters on my bed.
I am satisfied with the thought that my life is moving on without you,
and that I’m happier than you ever wanted me to be.