I think of you
with a certain wonder,
and awe
and triumph
I think of you
no longer in rhymes
and haunting memories
and tears until I fall asleep
I think of you
peculiarly, as if
the spell
has been broken
I think of you
no more as someone who got away
not even a stranger,
just somebody I used to know
I think of you
without feeling jealousy
anguish or
desperation
I just think of you
And then think of something else
I am now
finally
free.
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