Finally Free

Free.
The word sounds so clean, and easy.
But it isn't.
If it was, you'd be gone, and I'd feel safe.
For now, my heart is open to you,
though you've closed yours to me.
Passing you in the streets,
when you walk right on by,
makes my heart hurt, and I want to cry.
Though I shouldn't.
Because you're with someone new,
she's better than me, and prettier too.
I was never your type,
and you never mine.
But still your face,
invades my dreams.
I awake wanting to talk to you,
then I remember,
it wasn't real,
and you won't pick up the phone.
Free.
I want to be free of you,
these feelings still remain,
since you left, I haven't been the same.
I want to be free of you,
like the way you are so free of me.
This is for the best, I know.
We didn't work together,
and so you had to go.
Maybe this will help me,
see myself without you.
And that it truly is,
beautiful.
I want to be free.