I would recognise your walk anywhere.
Sometimes passers by remind me of you.
And I still check bus windows as they drive by, 
just in case you are there in the back seat.

Time has moved on,
but you still hide in the corners of my mind,
like a tattoo in a place I can’t see.

You set me free to find someone who could give me the things you didn’t want to.
The things I wanted from you.
I have them now, and I feel how you should have made me feel.
I resent that you were right.
I resent that you knew how I should have been treated and couldn’t.
Even in my happiness, happiness that I wouldn’t change, I am bitter for the time and love wasted.
Even now it saddens me, and I still don’t understand.
I don’t understand why it wasn’t, it can’t and won’t ever again, be you.