So we fell apart; months and years flew by
And I never forgave, did not even try.
For my wrath was my sheild;
She was the one who was wrong.
It kept me from admitting what I knew all along -
That I'd love to relive all the times, good and bad,
All the kisses we shared and things that we said.
Then came that e-mail, out of blue;
She wrote "Hi, what's up? I've been thinking of you.",
She wrote "I am sorry, I hurt you I know.
But please do not hate me, please let it go."
These three little lines took my anger away.
I wrote back. She's forgiven. We are okay.
Now there's nothing to sheild me from pain and regrets,
From the things that I want to but can not forget.
She's with someone else now. They're doing fine.
And she's raising a baby that could have been mine.