Open lid.
If I would have words to say
about the things I should've said,
it would be that there really was
no other way
than to be free, alone, and defenseless--
When you are left with nothing
you start to see the things
that were there way before you started.
It is a whimsical feeling.
Rising from the embers,
you take deep breaths.
You are without company yet still,
you smile carelessly now.
Why does it feel like
you have all you need?