Forgive and Forget

Today
the last day of my
loving you is
at hand.

in hand,
a pen,
writing the last
poem about you
for you
to you.

my pain gone
as my love is.
winter is too intense
a season

to have
a single memory
of you.

And now
I ceremoniously dispose
of every object connected
with you
I need another u-haul.

I feel good
I am worthy.

I am worthy of my life an
all the good that is in it.
I am worthy of creativity,
sensitivity and appreciation.

And I thank you
for everything
that never would have been without
your disruptions.