This is an homage

This is an homage to someone I'll never see again.
Someone who changed my life. Someone who left me as easily as we found one another.
This is an homage to someone who might never know how I cried for a good 30 minutes yesterday on the side of a road. I parked in front of a white picket fence with ivy painted on the front in some attempt to make it more welcoming.

This is all I could think of through my tears on the side of that road. I was all alone with my delayed reactions to how we said goodbye forever. How obvious it was. That picket fence keeping me outside of everything I have always wanted. Those crudely painted green leaves did not fool me.

It kept playing over in my mind. How I asked for a hug as I stumbled over the word with my feeble attempt to avoid the tears. I knew they were coming up from deep inside, from the crevices of my soul. It took two years to fold myself inside out before suddenly realizing I was exposed to these elements.

This is an homage to someone.
Who gave me strength.
Who told me something no one ever says to me.

"I'm proud of you."

I miss you already, but I must gather my Queen and reign on my own now.
Goodbye.