Over Her at last

Finally I am over her
She is melting like a 
half forgotten tune.
No longer my ex beloved.
Now turning into old memories

I packaged all the 
stuff she left here,
It's in my storage area.
Fitting into a 
single cardboard box
Can you believe that? 

I have purged her from
My favorite bar Finnegans.
Now reclaimed I stop
On my way home for 
a beer and wings.

Occasionally I still 
Wait in the car for her
To bare her teeth and
ask if she had 
chicken stuck  in them.
But it passes.

I get miffed when I
Come across her 
lipstick tube in my glove box.
Or a single woolen glove
of hers in my 
winter coat pocket.

Yesterday I found a kibble
Under the sofa
from her little dog.
I had my place manicured
by a cleaning lady.
Muttering to her
about bugs and mice.

But what I  think that I
was really cleaning
Were  old memories of her 
she left scattered
about in my heart.