Afternoon at the park

To feel the passing of, to feel the sense of watching it fall to the side.. The feeling of watching it go. A bird has gotten out of its cage. It is off to find greater horizons and farther distances of the universe. I understand now.. all this time it could have been easy, if we had never met, I wouldn't be where I am now.. a changed person, a bit brighter, a lot more relaxed, and a lot more positive. For all those times I was negative, I deeply apologize. Now it is time to move on into the future.. Somewhere in my briefcase I'll always hold on to that special pencil, the same pencil I've written all your stories with.. The same pencil I've said goodbye with... the same pencil that I will have to throw away once it has reached its end. The eraser has run down, and there are no more corrections to make. So long to the spirit of what used to be..