It feels easier, now that you have forgotten me.
I say this not in sorrow, not in pain, but in relief
that all the strains and sighs now leave me be.
I find peace knowing that flown is all your grief
and all the fears that kept you from being free. 

It feels easier, to see that the scars have faded.
I can stand open-hearted beneath a gloaming sky
and watch twilight raindrops miss earth shaded
by dark branches, without regretful sigh—
all this because the hands of Time have aided.

It feels easier, to see how you move on.
Knowing that the wounds I did bleed no more,
Hearing that all the harm I worked is gone,
brings me a lighter heart, if one still sore;
your happiness shares a brighter dawn. 

It feels easier to see a wish fulfilled at every plea.
On winter nights, summer days, from here to end,
may lost or absent your memories of us ever be.
It is enough to know where I cut, she may mend.
May ardent love and joy be all you ever see.

It is easier, now that you have forgotten me.