Little Wars

 Prior to my flight to meet death,
I was choking on my anger.
It did not come out of nowhere, our fight.
We had been circling each other like caged tigresses for weeks.

I chose that moment to let go of this little war.
I retreated to the safety of my den
to lick my wounds in solitude.

Life had changed, I just lost my Grandpa.
Our future break-up no longer mattered.
This grief would not be connected.
I was ready to be free of you.