Getting Over You

Wasn’t easy.

Getting under you was
surprisingly simple
and (in retrospect, hindsight
being 20/20 and whatnot)
astonishingly stupid,
but getting out was rough;
some kind of crash course in
Breakups 101 (Step 1: Remember
How to Breathe.)
In…love with the idea of who I once thought you were.
Out…with the contents of all of your drawers, your shelves, my heart.
In…time to salvage my own sanity? Perhaps.
Out…of my comfort zone, alone.
In.
Out.
Steps 2-100 were a little easier,
though number 67 kinda stank.

So, I guess all these years later
I’ve got two words for you.
The second one is “You.”
And the first one isn’t “Screw.”
It’s “Thank.”

 

 

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