Now that's it's over,
in the past and done
I wonder if either of us
had won.

Time marches on
and so do I,
I live on more now
than just your sweet sigh.

I live for what the day
brings out in me,
the sides of myself
I let my friends see.

I have more love to give
now than then,
understanding it all
is beyond my ken.

Why am I kinder, 
and sweeter now,
than while I loved you,
was it you somehow?

That just plainly 
didn't want to know,
if I could learn 
to love and grow.

Or was it me,
that held from you
expressions of gratitude
for things that you'd do.

Maybe we
will never see
how two became one
then one became me.

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