How does one measure success?
Should i use a teaspoon or a cup?
Is it measured in feet, miles even?
Or can i measure it in the smiles of my friends?
The nights of laughing around the family dinner table?

Am i supposed to count the sad times too?

When the car broke down and
i had to walk a mile in the rain?
When i got sick but You left me home all alone?
After You led a road trip but realized i forgot the map?
What about the night that You said You were sorry,
that You promised You still loved me,
But You just couldn’t stay another day?

You would say no,

Because now, I’m happy. I learned to live without you.

You have become just a you but I have become a

Me.

I know how to measure success now.
In the number of times, I pick Myself up
after being shattered to pieces.