I've seen her, of course I do.
Every day and in my life.
Held her hands, looked into her eyes, every bit of gesture was admired.

I still see her, but with another.
No longer, those eyes were for the expired.
No longer, those gestures were for the ousted.

Haiz. Only, only if I had thought twice, I would not have been writing this remoresful poem today

I've seen her, of course I do.
Every day
and in
his
life.