Took out my mirror,

peered through the glass,

over my shoulder,

at us in the past;

I saw you there,

and I wondered why,

I’d ever stopped to consider

that you were ‘my' guy;

you never were, I guess,

because I could see,

how you really needed her

while trying to love me;

Well, she has you now,

she can bask in your glow,

and even you realized you'll be much better off

simply letting me go.

~j