Moving On (6/24/06)

Undoing,
Unwhirling,
Unweaving,
Untangling,
Unstrangling—

I’m beginning to breathe again,
Letting go of what happened.
It’s fading into fog,
And I have no desire to snatch it back.

Can I take back what I said?
Can you take back what you did?
No, of course not,
But it’s passing anyways.

Forgetting a lost love is called moving on.