They call that land Joy

where the rainbows appear before the storm

where his love for me isn't lukewarm

when my heart isn't broken by a broken boy

They call that land Peace

where my coffee is made just how I like it

where his hand in mine is a perfect fit

where I am not worried about his absence between my sheets

They call that land Contentment

where I am not questioning my worth

where I notice more of the beauty of this Earth

where my heart holds no more resentment

They call that land Here

where I can breathe freely

where I can let go of him completely

where I no longer need his presence near