I have so many memories....
Of Friday night poker games,
Where no one ever really won,
Of holding a fishing pole on the boat,
Half-naked in the sun.
Of moonlit rides out in the woods,
With those who seemed to care,
Of hanging out at the sports bar,
Debating whether a call was fair.
Of so many cabin vacations,
With the gang in Tennessee,
Of all the underlined greeting cards,
That he used to give to me.
But I can't remember one single time,
He ever looked me in the eye,
Or any genuine sign of remorse,
When he was caught in another lie.
I can't even remember how I felt,
On my only wedding day,
And not even a single moment,
Where he said what I wished he'd say.
All the memories are so bitter,
What never was? is bitter yet,
And oh! how I wish that all of it,
Was much easier to forget.