By this time last year
I could work to forget you
And I did well except to think of your hurts and
Those little pains that seemed to ripple through your heart
And by this time last year, that was all.
I didn't have to prove to you these little split-ended loves and
Shallow hopes and
Careful kisses.
But by this time last year
I had the hope of another.
It's silly to know it was a lie to love someone else,
Like I had never felt before you, and not for a moment after I
Lapsed into that bitter cold uncaring that you were so afraid of.

It's a feat that I ever left.
What was it you said, my dear?
Oh, and who am I?