I'm about to walk outside <br />and greet the day like it's my best friend, <br />because, lady bear, this is the day <br />that I got over you. <br /> <br />Go do what you do, cause it's just rain on the windshield, babe, <br />and this gravy train is going someplace else <br />where the weather is clear and you're just a name <br />that I saw in the phonebook <br />and decided not to call anymore. <br /> <br />It's going to be a day at the waterpark, <br />with big old slides, and a bunch of kids that aren't mine <br />and I don't have to pay for, <br />and yet, I actually get to interact with <br />if I want to <br />and their parents are okay with it. <br /> <br />I've managed to cut out the cancer <br />that I've been fighting for years, <br />and now I hardly even think about you <br />except on anniversaries and birthdays, <br />and even then, it's just air in the pipes, <br />making a little extra noise in the rafters, <br />but not actually getting to me at all. <br /> <br />It's all uphill from here, <br />and I can move on to that girl <br />I met who isn't like you, <br />except for hair color - <br />- and I think her first name also has an 'a' in it, <br />but that's hardly anything. <br /> <br />So later, gator. Have fun polluting someone else's mind, <br />cause my mind is mine, and my money is staying where it is <br />except when I pay for stuff.<br /><br />John W. McEwers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slip-and-slide/
