Now That Your Gone

In just a few weeks,
it will be a year.
Before I thought I was weak,
but now I see, I've shed enough tears.

When we had good days,
they turned out to be the best.
But when we had bad days,
they were much more than the rest.

I was unsure of how I would be,
but now I see, that I'm free.
I am happy as can be,
while I sit by this sad willow tree.

We said those 3 words,
they seemed to have meaning.
But it was like talking to a board,
which in turn was demeaning.

I've changed since you've been gone,
so much I didn't know I could be.
This happy looking at dawn
and still be me.

I'm so over and fed up with you,
that I don't ever want to hear your voice.
And anything that you try to do,
don't, remember, it wasn't my choice.

** Written a year after a hard breakup for me. Any comments are appreciated. And will return the favor!**