Good News

I didn’t dare hope –

could this really be true?

Seems we are the last to hear.

You. Are. Gone.

Everyone knew but us

but I don’t care.

You are gone.

My shoulders feel lighter,

my spirit feels higher

and I’ve never slept better –

all because you are gone.

I don’t hear your shouting,

I can’t hear your latest girlfriend screaming,

I no longer feel your door slamming,

I won’t see the constant stream of visitors at your door,

and I don’t miss your dogs barking – constantly.

You. Are. Gone.

I am happy.

Stay Gone.

© Sharon O’Neil. All rights reserved. Original work protected by copyright law


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