I remember her turned back as you arrived,
The ex husband walking after her as she turned away,
It reassured me, that it wasn’t just me to end up hurt.
I remember the colour of your eyes change as the memories slipped away,
The frustration of knowing yourself, the reality of the situation.
I remember lost looks, and a saddened face,
I remember the hope that came when you mistook me for another.
The stark reality that in the end, all we have are memories,
Until they too become lost.