Lighter

The more I let myself be blown away by the wind,

more layers of you I shed

until I feel lighter,

cut off all the weight 

skinned alive from my body onto 

purgatory of discarded -

memories of embracing you

feelings I had for you

feelings you told me you had for me

attachments buttoned up the wrong way

I love you’s 

in forms of dried up cocoons 

left behind by caterpillars

now butterflies.

I, too, am soaring.