I took a shower,

Put on my prettiest dress

And combed my hair.

I highlighted the blues

Of my eyes,

And packed my bag.

I didn’t know where

I was going, but it

Was going to be

Anywhere but here.

I had to move away

From the last place

You kissed me;

The last place

You held my hand;

The last place

You told me you loved me;

But had to go, anyhow.

I understood it all

And the shock didn’t

Blow the wind

Out of my lungs,

But it stung like the bee

That pierced my foot last week.

My eyes swelling, now

Like my foot did, then.

But much like that,

I knew the feeling

Would dissolve;

And it would all

Be a memory

Of how something so sweet

Can leave one hurt

Yet always able to heal.