They shut us down, and you melted.
Seeped into the sidewalk, your back to the once-inviting lane.
Where did you go? Did you disappear?
Simply gone, and I didn't care.
For me, relief is sweet.
The invisible threat of disease meant lightness of mind.
No worry of months ahead, no twin troubles from so-called "warriors for justice."
The whispers of treason, of things said but not hidden.
Just gone, then...bliss.
For me, relief is sweet.
The loss of you was no loss indeed.
Over were the under-water punches, the scrapes and claws.
Strategic entrances and exits, the tiresome coordination of it all.
Fully gone, the lot.
For me, relief is sweet.