Snapping my string - a kite untethered

 One day you wake up

and tell me, nonchalantly,
that you were never faithful.

What am I supposed to do?
How do I sit with that?

And why now, I ask,
after all these years
of weaving dreams
and painstakingly
making them real—

as if the strength
in that woven fabric
would catch my fall
in this new knowledge
of losing everything.

Unfettered, you walk out
and on your way
take the little dignity
I had left.

Snapping my string—
a kite untethered,
a ship unmoored.

My trust in love,
in the sacrifices I made,
burns in the fire
of betrayal.

How do I begin
to pick up the pieces
and regain faith—

if not in love,
then at least
in a patched-up me.