I made my own
since you didn’t come by
with the chicken soup you offered me.
You promised me.
You swore you would bring it by
to care for me
in my hour of darkness.

You said you would bring me
your auntie’s special soup
to help me heal
reinvigorate
to strengthen me
and become what I once was.

But instead
it’s your absence that has strengthened me
showing me
how to care for myself
and become more independent
than I’d ever been.

I made my own damn soup.
It wasn’t as good as your aunt’s
but it was quite enlightening.