Sometimes your memory still haunts me,
even after all these years.
The reality of what could have happened,
if I had been anyone but me.
Then I sigh in relief
I'm called one of the lucky ones.
-If only they knew-
And all that is left of you, for me
is not only a really nasty memory
but the realization that
you can't hurt me anymore.
You don't have any power left in my life.
And you never will again.
Since I found my happy.