Endgame

I woke up today
and you know,
for the first time
in over a year,
my heart didn’t ache
over you.
The void
you so graciously left within
didn’t scream as loud.
My lungs
had lost the chill
your absence had instilled.
For the first time
in over a year,
I felt fine.
That first breath
like a golden ray from heaven
permeated my entire being
until I was brimming with Light.
Your darkness
has no power here.
All I have left for you
is pity.
Pity
because your vicious cycle
of pain and suffering
will never cease
for as long as you
seek vengeance
for what was done to you.
Pity
because inflicting the damage
dealt to you
upon those who love you
solely because that was what
was done to you
will never bring you peace.
So,
no,
I no longer have love for you.
Only pity.
Ever pity.
And for the first time
in over a year,
I am fine with that.