Yes sometimes I do still miss what we had,
Sometimes I do think that I was wrong for letting go.

But then I remember how you treated me,
All the pain you so knowingfully caused me.

And then I realise I moved on without you.
How right I was doing so.

I still keep that photograph we took on our first date,
The one I treasured in a picture frame that you gave me for Valentine's.
I still look at it sometimes
See how happy I was.

I kept it

Because I hang on to my souvenirs
Because I like to remember my past

Because now you're just another memory.