Over It

The wound, though not new,

Still smarts when I

Talk about,

Think about,

Sigh over you,

What could have,

Would have,

Should have been.

But I’m over it.

Someday, though, you’ll think about

Us,

Next week,

Next month,

When you’re old and grey,

And wonder what could have,

Would have,

Should have been.

But I’ll be over it then

The way I am now.

So get over it

‘Cause I’m over you.