Your presence in my thoughts is no longer convenient, or even desirable.

Desirable… do you remember when we couldn’t get enough of each other? Do you? When the day wasn’t long enough to contain our words, and our words not big enough to describe our love?

I rarely think about it. Or about you.

That need, that rush of head-spinning lust… gone.

You were replaced (in my heart, in my schedule, in my bed) oh so easily. The one who replaced you, the first one, was more than your match. The one after, even better.

I almost never think about that time, that time, you know the one. I can’t remember the words you said. I can’t remember your voice, your touch.

The gaping void you left — it’s filled.

Everyone was right. I am, indeed, better off without you.

You left.

You’re no longer part of my daily routine. You’re no longer in my address book, or on my contact list.

Your pictures and your missives are tucked away well beyond easy retrieval.

My friends stopped mentioning you forever ago.

So, I’m asking nicely. Vacate the premises. Thoughts of you are no longer welcome here.

Good luck and goodbye.