healing and feeling scars

i ventured into your space to see if what i suspected was true....yes, i am over you. i looked up into your poet tree and and heard the little bird sing. it was a song about love. i smiled because i was at peace that it wasn't for me and i cried because i was grateful that you were free. we both are finally happy. today is the day i learned what love means and it is found in the sound and sight of flying wings.