What will I do

What will I do

When I say bye to you

For good? And the

Dust settles on our life.

Well, for me, I'll breathe out

After years of holding on

To my breath, as I

Wait for the storm.

I think I might write, and

Revel in that, and

Wander in the light of

My daughter's eyes.

I might spend some time

To reconnect with what's mine,

Family, friends and

Low yearning soul.

I'll likely wonder, at times,

If it could have been right

And with the sunset's

Final rays.

I'll know it could not

Was not and will not

That the last I tied on my shoes

Will pass, and I'll be free.

To be there for her as

She grows and needs me

Far less than I
Ever need her.

And yes there'll be bikes and

Planes and holidays and

Tempestuous moods

At each turn.

That can settle now atop a

Foundation of ash

Of depth and

Heartbreak too.

And life will live and

It will grow and it will bloom

And it will grow

Once I am rid of you.