moving on

you used
to see her zig zagging
across the sky
on her broom
writing your name
in black smoke.
surrender it said.
you could
hear her cackling
even from that high
up, see the sun
glistening
on her green skin.
but then she met
someone and got married.
she's glinda now,
the good witch
of the north
and you're so happy
for her, for
you and for all of
those crazy
flying monkeys.