over you at last
By
Jude Kyrie

I have stopped writing love poems for you.
And please do not think this is a love poem.
Because today
I am finally over you at long last.

I do not care to relive past moments of us anymore,
expressed in beautiful poetry.

Like when I saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels rang in my heart.
And I knew---I knew-----I Knew.

I will never write another love poem
for you ever again.

Like when we sheltered
from the soft spring rain
Below an old maple tree
in muted misty springtime olive greens.
And I noticed the color of its leaves
were the exact color of your eyes.

I am finished with writing  
love poems for you
it's good to be over you at last.
And I will never mention again

How I still stop
and catch my breath
when I hear a laugh
exactly like yours.
Or perhaps when
I see a woman from behind
And her hair is burnished gold
just like yours.

I am now quite over you.
In fact, I hardly ever think
of you anymore.

*Except perhaps in springtime.
But then again.
I should never think of springtime.
For that would surely
break my heart in two