Day #8 of NaPoWriMo.
I want to bury him,
specifically my memory
of Facebook dating gone wrong.
I had many dreams
perhaps climbing the icy hills of Alberta,
or climbing the icy fjords of Norway-
I’m the queen of the world,
mistress of my own destiny
instead of being held back by fear,
infidelity, disappearing acts.
Yet, I buried him another way,
climbing the hills of growth;
meeting and loving an equal half
we climb the hills and fjords together-
bitterness buried in new memories.