my tears have dried out

the path they have flowed

very gently on is no

longer noticeable

not a trace of the bitter

drops that have been

my constant companion,

i have bid farewell

to the dull ache

that had always been

present when my mind

strays to you

the need that i had

to be always with you,

the wanting, the longing,

the craving, the mind numbing

urge to be as close

to you, as one with you

i seem to have lost

i would like to think

that i am cured of you,

that i have had

my fill of you,

that i am done

struggling to get to you

and i have finally given up

on the thought that someday. . .

i may have,

gone full circle,

i might be,

stronger than i was before,

i'm sure that i could

now look you in the eye

and say it's over,

that i'm over

the heartbreak, the disappointment,

the anger, the confusion

i could. . .

i should. . .

maybe one of these days i would. . .