The Past

He used to look at me that way
The way he looks at her
Those eyes that pierce thru falling rain
And cause my words to slur
As though I'm drunk on liquored tears
And panting like a cur

He used to handle me that way
The way he palms her face
That hand that catches falling stars
And hangs them in their place
Encircled in a crown of them
Creating our own space

He used to want my love that way
The way he wants her now
The love that he so freely gave
He's giving to that cow
But when she leaves him all alone
I'll get him back somehow

But I won't hold my breath til then
I know it's in the past
And if our love was meant to be
I'm sure it would have last
And conquered every obstacle
That life put in our path

I have my memories of him
That's all that I could keep
And that's what keeps me warm at night
It moistens up my sleep
And causes every pleasant smile,
moan and growl that's cavern deep

So though she has the man I loved
That sow will never know
What it felt like to have him move
Inside my heart and soul

I pray she'll never be "the one"
and I hope she's not his last
She may rule his present but,
I'll always be his past.