A Lost Love

A Poem by Fiona Lindsay

The things I did were bad I know,
crying and trying to get you back
But guess what?
You win. That's it. It's over. I'm done.
You're nothing to me anymore but fast fading memories
A statuette, a browning rose
A little hippo with you as his namesake,those were but the best memories.
A recurring face in vivid dreams,
persistent you are in those it seems
and although I wake up with streams
in my eyes, my mind in a mess Clutching my chest for breath
it doesn't bother me.
I know it's better this way despite how much it hurts.
I never thought it would happen, I don't think you did either
But what can be "the best thing that's ever happened to you" one day may not be good enough the next and it hurts like hell but that's just how it is.
Things don't change, people do.
You changed, you and I both know it.
You're not the person I fell in love with anymore, he no longer exists.
The man who gave me love, accepted mine, and took from me what I can never take back, he's gone.
In his place stands you, a stranger.
I don't know you, but you know me. You know me more than anybody else and that's what hurt most.
This wasn't just the loss of a lover, it was the loss of a best friend and
although I know you're happier this way, I still miss you.
It's better this way because at least one of us can be happy and even though you I see every day how happy you are I beg of you to please never forget what we had.
Never forget that I was the girl whose eyes put the stars to shame.
Even when you're old and grey having lived a full life with your love by your side I ask you just to remember my name, for I know I'll never forget yours.