Sitting here, in the aftermath, reminiscing,
I’ve come to realise that its not you I’m missing.
I miss those days devoid of your memory,
I miss that feeling I had of being free
from this burden of guilt that you’ve given me.
I miss not having to take the blame
for every time that you felt ashamed.
I don’t want you back, I’ve had enough,
And I know that, on you too, this has been tough.
Even though, on me, this has left a mark,
On a new journey, I’m going to embark.
I’m taking with me all that I remember of you,
And every little thing that you taught me too.
But I’m leaving behind all of this mess,
And I still will not think of you any less
If you cannot grant me your forgiveness.