Indian Summer

Indian Summer
By Muriel Palanca

You made me believe the world would always be enough 
Because it had you in it.
But that's not true.

I am enough.

I am a force of nature. 
I am poetry and anarchy,
Devastation and all its beauty,
Luscious rain and Indian summer.

You can keep everything I gave you:
All the things you threw away.
And I'll be ok. Truly.

But there are times when
I'm on the brink of dissolving into
a million little pieces

And I'm surprised it would be that many
Because you still have
So much

Of me.