It was a blow to the ego,
Discovering I could not keep your love.
Perhaps that was the problem--
My pride was wounded more than my heart.
I suppose the loss of true love
Should be more of a keenly felt agony
Than a lingering sense of resentment,
But all I could offer up to your memory
Was a quickly dulling desire to prove
You were wrong to let me go,
A resolve that was soon replaced
By my own ambition.
I've gotten along without you quite well,
And now it's like you never were there at all.
Thank you
Reyhan
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