No, I won’t tell you how I found it;
just that I spotted it in a place
more than a little unexpected.
I smiled and remembered all the good times we shared.

This time last year, I wasn’t even a man anymore
you had broken me to the core.
This day last year, I destroyed
every memento that was tying me to you.

Today I fondly recall the warmth of loving you,
especially on those late nights sitting in the car.
Every day I dream about having that again,
though I know it won’t be with you.

This has only been the latest of several instances
where you have found your way back into my mind.
Recently, a friend thought you were looking for me
and that’s when we spoke for the briefest of moments.

I could never blame you for what you did.
The specific pressures that fell on us
would have broken anyone with their intensity.
Still, I’ve always thought our ending was all wrong.

Or I did, until you spoke with such hate,
not a forgiving tone in your voice
and that’s when I realized that despite all the hurt
our ending was really the easy way out for both of us.