When the past becomes history

When the past
becomes history
No more tears
No more heartbreak
When  the past
becomes history
no more acrimony
no more ruminating
no more what ifs
  When the past
  becomes history
    When the past
     becomes history
And then there's love
 there's love somewhere
                    in the big city
And then there's
a woman who smiles
when I hold her hand
And then there's love
and then there's life
a man and a woman
finding each other.

© Eytán Lasca-Szalit, October 2019