Whatever happens
getting over you won't be a problem,
and that's not pre empting
bitter exclaim,
saying you meant nothing,
no,
you did,
you're wonderful.
Nor does it mean
I was immune to your charms
or the pangs or clangs
calling love to arms.
And not that I won't
be sad
for the stop
at promise
and what we may have missed,
just,
just because.
No,
it won't be a problem to get
over
because it means
there was joy to get over,
a joy that made days full
of time;
where all that was
was
at once.