Yes, it’s true

I’ll meet someone new.

But it won’t be you.

I’ll delight in there touch

And endeared by their voice,

But it won’t be yours.

I’ll kiss them deeply 

And feel it in my soul,

But the part that you touched,

Will be in an unfillable hole.

I’ll remember what it feels like

To make love again,

But it won’t be you, deep within.

I will lay with my breasts against his skin,

Although lovely,

It will still feel differently than.

I’ll laugh at his jokes,

And enjoy his companionship.

It will be brand new.

He will treat me with virtue,

And I will forget about you.

Have you forged into my soul?

Because my heart you have stole.

You creep into my mind

I clammer to find,

The time that you were mine.

I shake my head,

And try to erase,

When you were in my bed.

But I have someone new,

He’s wonderful, like you.

My heart has made room,

For this love to bloom.

Yes, it’s true

I may not forget you,

Because lovers, 

Are like a spider web,

Interwoven.

Every weave just as important.

The last one bonded,

To the silk.

Unmoveable.

Holding space to grow,

To completion.

But all are still a part of me.

Like loving my children.

My adoration for one,

Will never negate my love,

For the other.

Yes It’s true,

I will not forget you.