I said I was sorry
She said she was happy
And nothing
Was ever the same again.
Flying symbols
Appearing and then not
Blinking wildly
To help us understand
The indefinite
Opportunities
That await us.
While I stood witnessing
The miracle before me
She stood before me
Being the miracle.
Trying to capture
The she that roamed
Freely like the wind
Obviously would never work
Through your fingers
She'd slide
Laughing delightfully
Only to show
That she could stay
If only I'd let her go
Ironic
Yet comforting
I let her go
And let myself in

To the world
Of the free.