I’m over you, dear.
Can’t you see I’ve stopped crying?
Those are not wet tears.
I’m over you, dear.
And my vision now is clear
Now that we’re no longer trying.
I’m over you, my dear.
Can’t you see? I’ve stopped crying.
Stephanie Cottrell Bryant
April 14, 2003
© 2003, Stephanie Cottrell Bryant. Written by Stephanie Cottrell Bryant. Permission to copy, distribute, share with friends and loved ones is granted, provided the copyright and author acknowledgments remain intact.This poem is a triolet.
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