I am free of you

but my heart is still damaged.

You wont let me go.

Autumn is here now.

My soul, heart, mind, is changing.

I am older now.

By spring, you'll be gone

from my conscience and my ways.

Thoughts will be my own.

Winters uncounted

I slept in the dark of you.

Not this year. I'm free.

And when summer comes,

I'll dance in the heat of ME.

I'll say, "Ha-cha-cha!"