put a fork in him.

it was hard for her to do, but she did it.

she set the deadline and stuck to it.

and tonight, august 24th, at the exact stroke of midnight,

we chimed 12 times then did ceremonial readings of poems,

contracts, and speeches, tore up memories, and tossed

out sentimental trinkets, including the jacket.

it was hard for her to do, but she did it.

she said to him, 'go suck an egg' and stuck to it.

and tonight, august 24th, at the exact stroke of midnight,

we forgot him and his selfishness, left his carelessness behind,

forbade our thoughts to drift to him, and it's done.

over and done like a pie overcooked in the oven.

it was hard for her to do, but she did it.

put a fork in him. it's over.