Letting Go

I loved you.

Not by accident.
Not halfway.

I loved the hidden parts of you.
The darkness you carried.
The light you couldn't yet believe.

For a while,
you were the door through which I met
the wildest parts of myself.

We loved each other's demons,
yet each of us needed a certainty
the other could not give first.

So we remained
on opposite shores,
waiting for an impossible bridge.

I do not regret meeting you.

I am grateful for
the strength in my body,
the clarity in my mind,
the tenderness I have finally found
for myself.

Perhaps you were never meant
to be my forever.

Perhaps you were the crossing.