The Forgotten Lover

As I meander through my garden
Filled with memories,
I stop beneath the willow,
And rest beneath the leaves

Then you come sweetly walking by
With flowers in your hair;
A wistful smile on your lips
And eyes that tears declare

You look at me contemptuously
As against the tree I lay,
Then toss your golden locks,
And slowly walk away

The pain in my betrayal
Is suddenly more real;
The wound I unwittingly opened
Refusing now to heal

Then you slowly disappear
When I fall to my knees,
And I find I can breathe again
Despite painful memories

You were not forgotten,
But carelessly tossed aside;
I am facing the horrible reality
That's now numb to all my cries.