Finally over Her at last. inspired by an old old song

Finally over Her at last
By 
Jude Kyre

I have stopped writing love poems for you.
And please do not think this is a love poem.
Because today I am finally over you at long last.

I do not care to relive past moments of us anymore,
expressed in beautiful poetry.
Like when I saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels rang in my heart.
And I knew---I knew-----I Knew.

I will never write another love poem
for you ever again.
Now I am over You
Like when we sheltered from the soft spring rain
Below an old maple tree in muted misty olive greens.
And I noticed the color of its leaves
were the exact color of your eyes.

I am finished with writing you silly love poems.
it's good to be over you at last.
And I will never mention again
How I still stop and catch my breath 
when I ihear a laugh 
exactly like yours.
Or perhaps when 
I see a woman from behind
And her hair is burnished gold
just like yours.

I am now quite over you.
In fact, I hardly ever think of you anymore.
Except perhaps in springtime.
But then again.
I should never think of springtime.
For that would surely
break my heart in two.