Honest Mistakes

 

Honest Mistakes

Word came in a letter—
one of us changed our mind.
No guesswork needed:
I don’t write myself letters.I told him I saw it coming,
half my life already packed.
I said “I’m fine” and meant it then—
honesty knew better.Here we go, bluebird,
back to the sky alone.
Let him go, bluebird.
Wings out,
you and I,
here we go.These wings—worn, rusted,
too long at his side—
still swear they’ll carry me.
Strong enough, they say.
But spreading them
still means goodbye.