Unspoken Thoughts To An Ex. Poem by Stephen Carney

A fleeting memory of what we once had;
Nostalgic yet painful.
The vision of thou's pretty smile;
since turned menacing and disdainful.

I see thee in the local town;
holding hands with a new lover.
Thou seem'st take enjoyment;
In seeing me with no other.

But I have news for thee my dear;
thou cannot me dismay.
With no regret I must admit;
I am no longer thy prey.

Methink'st thou would look with sorrow;
at what this man's become
For not only am I happier now;
my memories of thee are dead and numb.

A light hath appeared ahead in the darkness;
A beacon, brilliant and guiding.
The old flame hath again appeared;
where has't thou been hiding?

And so I bid thee a good day my lady;
Here is were we are to part ways.
With a perfect woman new memories shall be forged;
And with her, my heart it stays.

She was there before thee dear;
before the tears and pain.
Deep inside she did reside;
watching o'er me with great strain.

Now that thee hath gone;
I see clearly what was before me.
Already had I found my love;
and in my future she be.