aftermath | poetry

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I blew the candles and turned 25, when I was with you. Now I'm all alone and 29. Sometimes I wish you were here with me, but you've moved on I see. Now I'm just a blurry face that you've buried in your memories.

I heard that you've fallen in love again and this time not with me. I keep wondering where I went wrong and what life would have been like, had I not met you. But I don't regret what we had. You made me feel things that I never saw myself in possession of. You've loved me with all your heart, and maybe you've fallen out of this feeling.

I hope you've found the right one this time. It's hard to let you go and even harder when you've completely forsaken the thought of me. But I hope you look back at what we had and smile at the distant past we shared. Because I do.