This is the eulogy to you,
For someone I believed I knew,
And for as many words and moments that are now lost,
I think keeping you would have been a higher cost.
My skin burns when I think of what could be,
Of you with someone who isn’t me.
So, I write you this letter,
And ponder over times that were better.
You remain very much alive.
In your own life you thrive.
But it is only I who stood and remained and felt,
Who allowed the cards you dealt,
And I struggle to comprehend the reason why
But it is simpler as I realise you are a lie.