Isn’t it interesting how time changes things?

No more spark.

No more flame.

As I looked into her eyes,

There was no longer

A flutter in my heartbeat.

No longer a warmth in my soul.

She was just an acquaintance from the past.

Somebody I used to know.

My heart has since healed

And I’ve given it to another.

It was nice to see her

But now I can let her go.