I did it.
I finally did it. I made it without you. 695 days, 9 hours and 30 minutes, but I made it.
Months washed in regret,
Bathing in forgiveness.
Minutes rinsed by the moon and the sea.
Wet clothes on my back from fighting the tide and thinking you’d reach out for me.
I’ve made it to the shore.
I’m happy on the beach.
I just thought you like to know.
I made it.