Your face calls recognition from my heart
while your actions prove your unfamiliarity.
I scan the years we shared in search of the man
I thought you to be, only to find more confusion.
Yet in the midst of my search for comprehension
I discover the changes within myself.
I own a calmness of soul, a sweetness of spirit,
an outlook of optimism – gifts of change and empowerment.
Not your gifts – you gave only transgressions –
but gifts to myself for walking the higher road.
I open my heart to possibilities once more,
ready to embrace new love, new life, new hope.
I know that while you may know my face
you truly know little of me,
and that, my dear, is your loss
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