Done

There came the realization

Not dramatically

Nor with surprise  

I’m done 

No wistful nostalgia 

For a lingering memory

Nor ruminating over

Old wounds 

I see that my 

Scars are white

They tell stories, yes

But like fables 

There is a lesson 

Learned 

And that golden moral

Resides inside my heart 

The cautionary tales - 

I’ll tell them 

To myself when 

Red flags start to fly 

But even 

Schadenfreude

Escapes me 

There is no space 

To waste 

To gloat 

Over anything at all 

To do with him

He’s only words

My fingers purge 

And clear 

His clutter 

From my soul 

I’m over it  and 

Like the song

He’s just 

Somebody that 

I used 

To know