It's Over Poem by David Blake

Passing by so fast the moment is upon me at last.
I remember the way your hair in the wind blew in your
face as you carelessly tossed it away. From their I
am forced to see everything that happened on the
day she said she loved me. The excuse for why I left
it all for something else, I am still trying to explain. I
remember the way she would laugh and say everything
is going to be ok. Wishing for something more than
this or anything that might relive the pain. Now I sit
here and can only watch you walk away.