That gaping hole that you put in my heart has begun to heal and what remains is a mere scar.

I've starred at it in the mirror countless (sleepless) nights, wondering if you too were even wounded.

Reports say you've moved on, you're much happier now. I call it "foul play" because the final move is mine.

Consider yourself warned!  Time has replenished what you attempted to drain.  And I challenge you, in fact dare you, to advance in my direction.

You may proceed (but with caution) in my direction if you're prepared for what now awaits you:

"Me" with a vengeance!