Star

“I gave them to you because I know we’d always be connected.”

My hands shook

Throwing the Agua in the cauldron

Herbs of banishing

Incense so sweet for my ancestors

Sound of the match, sounds like my heart

Ripping open and catching flame

The ritual of love

Up in smoke

As I slowly throw each card

Into the flames

The first card drawn

Strength

So I gather mine up

And throw it into the flames

The card crackles and fizzles

Pops and disintegrates in the heat

Each card I throw

Is a promise

And a prayer

For our bond to be broken

I am no longer always going to be

Connected

To the pain

To the trauma

Of Us

I am no longer connected

To you.

And as I draw the last card

I laugh.

I cry.

As I throw it in I say my final spell

As I throw in the star

That once felt like home

And forget the hope

I had for a future

With you.

I choose a future.

With me.

I choose me.