Outgrown

I’m folding your name like a heavy winter coat,

No longer needed, though it kept me warm.

There’s a lightness now in the back of my throat,

A calm that only settles after the storm.

I am stepping out of the "us" I used to be,

Shedding the ghost of your hand on my sleeve.

The horizon is wider than I used to see;

It’s a beautiful thing, to finally leave.