Breaking up is hard to do

I remember in the mornings
Strange to be in the shadow of that same
space where you scooped me,
pressed me to you
and looked into my eyes
with your green eyes.

I feel restless when I'm driving
There isn't any music
anymore; all the songs are used up.
All I hear is static and
my mind plays your words and my words
over and over.

You were an answer to this prayer
No really, I prayed for this
more than once,
and even now I know I'm getting
exactly what I want.

What do I want?

Blast my impatient, eager heart.
The whole time I was wishing
you would fight me or hug me
or kiss me
Just tell me
I was what you wanted.

I'm relieved I didn't string you along
Scared of regret
Angry I can't see the end from the beginning
when I'm choosing my path.
I'm happy to dream
but I'm insatiable
I sacrifice and gamble
and I hope.

Don't lose hope.
I'm grateful for you
and for knowing joy
and sorrow.

I pray for bridges now
and timing. There isn't a path
It's my first time
building trails and tracks
learning as I go.
There are reasons we're here,
why we built our bridge.

I'm in a world of bridges and trails and twisty tangled
stairs that lead to
the darkest, most vast sky
and I'll leap
I'm flying now
leaning into the wind and trusting,
throwing light as I go
and hoping
that this path is the one
that I want.