Still a longing after all this time, 

Rising from nowhere, a leftover rime. 

Misplaced emotion, for there is nothing there, 

Just an echo through the years from where there was no care. 

It should be hatred, but it is only a pit, 

And a lonely hope she might one day give a shit. 

But there is no regret, no returned desire 

To repair any damage, no guilt, and no fire. 

Just the same little girl, faking her way through life, 

Playing the good person, seeking to be a slug’s wife, 

Still the childish flirt, the talkative toucher, 

Nothing had fazed her, but for him it still hurt. 

Eyes could not see a ring, but the hand it lay hidden, 

And if it did not exist yet, it did in her mind as was bidden. 

And no remorse over lies would ever show on her face, 

As denial was her savior, and there existed no grace. 

He wished she would find the loathsome one whom she wanted, 

And leave forever, so he’d no longer be haunted. 

Follow your orders and marry the next sleaze, 

Please do it soon, just embrace your disease.