I think back to times gone by,
when I could still soar and fly.
I took life by its horns.
I knew not of the thorns.
Love hit quickly in a heartbeat.
I jumped in too fast with both feet.
Our love burned bright and hot,
But soon he loved me not.
Hurt, I married another.
Why do I even bother?
Such feelings serve no purpose
than allow past thoughts resurface.
Does he think of me sometimes?
I still do, at these sad times.