She’s Outside My Head Now!

Somebody should be told that my second wife is outside my head now.
The old memories were just bags of junk no longer allowed.
I’m out of danger, thank-you, but it had become miserably, too much!
My ex was stuck in my head, and people agreed, I was in a clutch.
Doesn’t it get tiresome pushing some old worn out memory plough?
Time spent thinking about old stuff I could no longer allow.
My wresting mind knew of only one thing that could carry her away,
Out of my nights, and out of my dreams, and out of the way.
I had to take her outside my head where the past can never be found.
All the experts were quick to reassure, only this could stop my frown.
I’m Zeus, she’s sprung outside of my head, I swear, lost in the tide.
Souse forever the idea that ever there was a Dr. Jekyll’s Mrs. Hyde.
Caught by the undertow, Me Head washed her from my Thinking Land,
Into a forgotten place of broken dreams and youth’s misguided plans.
A place most qualifiedly nearer my healing heart than my broken head.
I paused to doubt her redoubtable cause to stay in my head instead!
Alas, she’s outside my head now, lost in a briny perpendicularity,
Swallowing her eagerly into a bottomless sea of definitive singularity
I thought somebody should be told about this head-dwelling woman,
Whether you are him or her, young or never old, beware my omen!