Him and I, we parted ways.
Our union was not meant to be.
Is there such a thing as fate or destiny?
Or do we chart the course of our own life?
For I was the one who so badly wanted out.
When he took a different route.
And the deed is done, I had to do it.
Signed and sealed.
I wonder when the wound will heal?
Perhaps a keloid will form.
Always a reminder.
That I remember.