Becoming Undone

Now that it’s over with,
Now that it’s set and done,
Love is a selfish act
For one to become.
Now that the heart is settled, all through
Past judgments or mistakes
Are thrown askew.
Now that all is healed, it feels
Like a silly dream
Where poor souls do wander
In the heavy stream.
Now that it’s over with,
Many moons ago
A foolish woman
A whole year younger
Can finally let go.
Now that seasons pass,
Smelly turns to clean,
All it takes is a wash
Of all that once was mean.
Life is beautiful
In all its beauty,
And things aren’t what they seem.
Now that thoughts are free to go,
A life, pulled up, will gleam.
Now that every stinking hole
Plugged up, pushed in,
Like a hidden mole,
Will never again be seen.
There is still one question
Avoiding here,
One idea that will never know

The answer.
Does it really even matter?
Now that everything’s past,
Present can sink
Its meaty teeth
Into a new perspective,
One that lasts
To never pass
Inside the foolish realm
Of Love
again.
Now that it’s over with,
Now that it’s set and one,
Love was a frivolous act to solely become

undone.