erase the board of the past.
we
change our name,
the color of our hair.
we move.
we get a new job, a new car.
a new
pair
of shoes.
we slip the ring off.
we get divorced. we
put the pieces back together
with
self help glue.
therapy,
self love, the local
barista guru.
we rebuild, get fresh
with a new
address,
a new point of view.
it's what we do.
how we survive. pretend
that what happened
in the past never happened
at all.
look at me now, with a spring
in my step.
a smile on my face.
doing cartwheels down
the bright sunny street,
not a care in the world,
not a fret.

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