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...