Reminiscence

I took a walk today and saw your face
In clouds above, like some cruel post-it note,
Reminding me of the joys fate once wrote
For us not long ago and I retraced
The painted memories we would have shared,
A masterpiece, made marvelous by thought's
Created colored copies of what ought
Have been, if only I had cared
Less. But now you're chilled by another's tune,
Enchanted by him as you once appeared by me,
And as I walk beneath the pallid moon,
I stop and think to myself silently:
There is no use in dwelling on the past,
The memory may hurt but it won't last.

(And though the flames of passions past still burn,
The ash they leave is just a lesson learned.)