But I shouldn't be.
You weren't sorry about missing mine.
I have a little secret for you.
I met a man named Todd.
And he treats me really sweet.
His first token of affection,
Was a bright yellow rose.
A simple gift that means so much.
Like his feelings towards me.
I met a man who lives
Right down the road from my home.
He's a local call away
And only a short drive.
He remarked I had a beautiful face
And I cannot get him out of my head.
Thank you for leaving my best friend.
Because I found a someone new
You could never compare to him.
I'm not sorry you left me.
This poem was written on July 9th, 2000
