Though she was ungrateful for all I did for her,
and walked away despite my kindness to her,
I wonder if she is okay now.
I wonder if after her being gone for 11 years
if she is still alive and doing well,
or if she is in a bad relationship
or entirely alone and miserable.
I don’t carry the torch for her.
Leaving me was for the best for both of us.
I wish her no ill will and hope the 11 years
have been good and happy for her.
She had been a forgotten part of my life
until today when I briefly thought of her
and felt a little concern about what might
have happened to her, if her life might
have gone badly and hoping it had not.
As I end this poem, my thoughts of her
are ending too with a final hope that
her life has gone well and that she is ok.
Bob Boyd