The Good Years

How come I still think of you once in a while?

I still mourn a little at the loss of us. Not because I want things to return to the way they were, but because I still believe what we had was real and true. And to throw it all away was a darned waste of love.

It's not easy being someone else without the other is it? Or being with someone else?

As I approach the one year mark with Tigger, and pass the one year mark of separation from you, I sometimes feel like I sit on a fence with both legs swung over the new side, but an eye over the shoulder towards the past. You are now the one I cast a backward glance towards.

I still sometimes remember how you used to mumble you loved me even in your sleep.

I don't know what it is. I have at times wondered whether it means I don't really love Tigger. But I do.

She is in more ways the person I sought for. More than you. Yet I cannot erase the years I have spent loving you because they were good years to me.