Burnt Bridges

The habit of letting people go
Is worth more than any education.
Don’t ever think that I can track you so
By watching your online location.

The truth is, yesterday I slipped
And felt so sick, so disgusted
To see how utterly unadjusted
And dull your evenings have now scripted.

Though all the bridges have been burned,
And we’re no longer together,
Why give your bride the flowers I once earned —
My favorite blooms to treasure?

Why do you go right now, each week,
To that romantic, atmospheric little bistro
Where I first took you, soft and sleek,
And sit with her by candle glow?

Why did you travel to the south
And stay in that same hotel room’s bubble
Where once we wanted each other’s mouth?
They recognize you there — what trouble!

You go to my own skating rink,
You dance my tango steps with her now,
Your cat’s a British blue, I think —
As if no other cats could purr somehow…

No, I’m not possessive, no!
I’m short-sighted and wingless, sadly.
And everything I showed you, slowly,
Without you — I don’t need it, though.

I don’t need it. C’est la vie!
You didn’t just betray my heart’s core —
You simply, plainly, replaced me
In a love that was built before!

(You simply, plainly, replaced me
In a love that was built before!)