Fading memories

A simple short poem of the past and present.

Fading Memories

To the one I once held close to my heart,

many weeks and months had past since we fell apart.

At first, moving on proved to be an impossible feat.

For many nights I tossed and turned, dreaming of our first meet.

However, dreams are but dreams, memoirs of the past.

Slowly, I grew weary at how long this feeling lasts.

Unbeknownst to you, for you already had a suitor in line.

I drowned my woes with beer and cheap wine.

The drunken fool was my identity for days.

Memories of myself sobbing and weeping were clear, not hazed.

But, I thank these memories of sorrow and pain.

As I remembered something, something you cannot hope to re-gain.

It's freedom! Sweet freedom! Something you've restrained.

I feel sorry for this new suitor who is next to be re-framed.

At first, he'll think, "wow, she's such a delight!"

And then, and only then, will you bare your fangs of blight.

I'm glad you left, I'm so glad you did.

I tip my hat, farewell I bid.

For the girl I once knew, the girl I once loved.

This girl is no more; goodbye my sweet dearly beloved.

For this new woman who states she knew herself not,

severed our red string of fate, cutting it from the knot.

I still hold a fragment old one in my heart,

along with the frayed string from before we fell apart.