Without Mikhail

As I stood on the hill,
Watching Mikhail make his way down,
I knew it was over.
This time around
I felt numb.
Actually I was happy.

The once stagnant air
Felt light and
Sweetly intoxicating.
The sky now sunny,
No longer overcast
With weightless leviathans.

Mikhail was gone..
I said to no one
In particular.
The sickness
Went with him.
The madness subsided.

My future
Unrolled before me
Like a scroll.
I looked forward
To reading my story.

I looked forward
To the adventures I would have,
The people I would meet,
The food I would eat.
The life I would live
Without Mikhail.

As the sun set,
I made my way down
The path Mikhail took,
Not to find him,
Or to embrace him.
I made my way down
To the life
Of my choosing
Without Mikhail.