What Is Left? Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I said no.
Yet like a bad drama, you wont go.
I said goodbye,
You keep coming by.

I moved on.
Your stuck in the past.
I knew that you were bad.
I moved on, I am glad.

I had a feeling that your were bad news.
Looked at you, nothing but the blues.
Happiness you could not make.
Built for fast love and nothing else.

Sports cars don't suit me just comfortable all rounders.
You are nothing but nothing.don't fit in my life.
Thank goodness for my kind wife.
Counters the evil you hold.
What is left, it was over.

I Siddiqi 23.03.09