He will remember you fondly,
When from his life you’ve gone.
She might call you when blue,
When her current love isn’t true.
He will think of all you did for him,
As peace from his life has slipped.
She will find you the most appealing,
When with tantrums she is dealing.
He will once again desire only you,
When you’ve no such suicidal whim.
Once you have walked out their door,
They might see your worth once more.
If I were you, I’d never walk in reverse:
Nostalgia’s fragrant, picking-up a shrew
PS: This poem is inspired by this old song (in the link below) that I heard recently on radio, after long 🙂 :