fr.agile

as a child i'd spend
countless hours between games of capture the flag and hide-n-go-seek
drawing images of humming birds
my personal manifestation of the phoenix i'd so want to become
agile, graceful, and full of myth

i'd land and call you home one day
stuck around for longer than i'd say (to myself and friends at the time)
captivated by you and your oh-so-sweet taste and scent

i was continually struck by your capacity to
grow, recover, and unearth
another piece i'd never met before

it's time for me to close this chapter
i loved you, my precious captor

but somewhere we turned and
its sickly.sweet starting to burn,
and i cannot keep pretending;
i want to stick around not flee,
but there's something inside me
that says to see

there's something else out there for me
to be see and explore,
goodbye my friend,
this is the end,
with grace and myth,
i'm no longer fr.agile