This day… today… no tears would flow for you.
High on the excitement of this love affair, that is so much more
than the ghost of you.
I am not sorry for that, I will never be.
This life is about so much more than the darkness and sorrows, your gift, that
I don’t want to rant or rave, delve into misery, or even rage…
nor do I want to write a sappy, unhappy poem for a book clearly
closed… I shall simply “turn the page”…
I am on to a new age.
© bipolarmuse 2017