“closing the door” or “turning the page” poem
The Day I Realised I Was Cured
Once you went away with that stupid smile
That I always loved and
With those cheap lies
That I always foolishly forgave
Wearing your old transparent flatteries
That suited every girl
That suited every time;
Once I saw you off and paid your trip
The next morning turned into a day
And then into a sleepy afternoon;
I simply realised that I don’t need you
And I have no thought for you.
I was cured finally.