I was trying to grasp at straws;
old wounds haven't healed yet
but I am slowly getting there.
My new boo is my joy,
right by my side making me feel worthwhile.
He eases my pain, makes me smile, laugh, and forget it all.
The past is behind me and the future yet to be seen.
So while, I loved you once, and admit you'll have a place in my heart,
It's time for me to say goodbye to your ghost.
Goodbye, it's time for me to put you to rest
and allow my boo to give me the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem