If you leave, stay gone

You’re not welcome here, not anymore.

You left and did so a long time ago.

I got used to it, our past no longer lingers.

Your scent has faded, how do I figure?

You don’t cross my mind, not very often.

When I do think of you, I don’t feel much after.

Our memories are but memories,

Both happy and less than.

I keep them in my heart, a lesson I’ve learned.

I almost fell in the hands of temptation,

I have been wondering what you taste like after,

After the years, the experiences,

The good and the other

The times that have made me,

The woman that wonders.