You were my first true loss
Not much else was my worry
In losing you however
I did not foresee Liberty
That prison I put myself in
The one paralyzing my dream
You broke its lock with your leave
In, the world could seep
Anxieties of my decades
Evaporated with my grief
Everything slotted in to place
Guess that’s the irony
I could do this again
Endure another fall, that is
Debased by disarray
I must, I must proceed