He was smothering her.
He had eyes on her everywhere she went.
She needed some freedom.
So she sailed him out of her life.
Now she had room to breathe.
Good riddance to the obsessive piece of crap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautifully written. We are the one to love and care for ourselves first. A good riddance is always a blessing.