Over

I think I’m over it.
No longer does bitter acid burn my gut when I think of you.
I think I’m over you.
My thoughts no longer circle your memory
Like vultures above carrion.
I think I’m over us.
My soul is free of its bindings
And the cage latch has been lifted.
Once again I’m allowed to roam and seek out new adventures.
New relationships.
Gloriously, remarkably, completely released.
This is my note to say I’m over it.
This is my final good-bye.
Peaceful, amicable, and eternal
Farewell.