"How was your trip?"

“How was your trip?”

Do you really want to know? Because it’s hard to explain, but I can show you. In this way that I now hold myself. In the ease of my belly laugh. In the way my smile pours out of me, unafraid. In my tears that come and go easily, as though they were made to remind you how.
Do you see my softness?
Can you sense it?
That I no longer need you?
That I set you free?
How was my trip?
You were there. And we have never been closer than in the time since I let you go.

If you still want to know, I can show you. You might not recognize it at first.
Me, I mean.

I know that you loved her. (I know that now.) I used to need her too.

And let me say now, that it is so nice to finally meet you. I think you’re really going to like me, but if you don’t, that’s okay.
It took me some time too, so I can understand.
How was my trip?
I came home.
And it’s really so wonderful to be here.