Over You

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Over You

I sit on the porch and watch

A mug of coffee in my hand

I see the sky the birds

The winding blue river that cuts across my back yard

Flowing strong and powerful

 

I sip my coffee

As the cool damp air begins to seep into me

Chilling my body through to the bone

And just as the coffee warms me

So do your memories 

From the inside out

 

Then the sky begins to grow gray

And the birds begin to grow restless

Then there’s silence

Stillness…

 

My mind suddenly fills with the bad

My soul grows restless like the birds

As I picture you with her

As I remember your pleas

Of forgiveness and remorse

As I walk away from you forever

 

And the rain falls down

Hardy and steady

Like the beating of my heart

That’s now coursing my blood

Coursing my anger

Throughout my body and being

 

And like the river before me

Filling high  

As the rain falls steadily down

My mind, too, keeps filling

With the pain and the hurt

 

Then all of a sudden

Things become quiet once again

And the memories pass over me,

As quickly as they had come.

 

I sit and listen to the birds

Who begin their daily song once again,

I take the last sip of my coffee

And I realize that

Everything is alright.

No longer does the anger

You arouse in me stay

No longer am I plagued by

Your memories

And the animosity they bring.

 

Your memories flood me at times

But they do not overwhelm me

Finally I am at peace,

Finally I am over you.

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Springsize commented on Over You

05-16-2010

This is a bold view of maturity and acceptance of the past, that we cannot undo... strong feelings you illustrate through the relationship, into the betrayal and the anger... These must have been difficult feelings to pen...and your ending is perfect.

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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