To the Ghost That Took Too Much

I have lost enough time.
I will not give you another day.

You built a world where pain was quiet,
where sorrow had no shape,
where I learned to carry what was too heavy
because I thought I must.

I did not know how much was yours.
I did not know how much would become mine.

You were brilliant. You were distant.
You moved through your own storms,
never seeing the weight left in your wake.

But suffering is not an inheritance.
And I do not have to keep you alive in sorrow.

So stay if you must.
Linger in the hollow spaces.

So watch if you like.

Watch as I step into the light,
watch as I take back what is mine.
Watch as I live.

And know: this too is truth.
But more than truth, this too is love,
though you never understood it completely.

I finally saw it,
something in you was missing.