Old Lover.

I saw you, old lover, 
passed me on the street,
and the awful realization
that I still need you
hit me like a wave.

I'm sleeping with someone
else now, how is it
that you still work
into my thoughts?
he treats me better
than you ever dared to,
lets me be free as air,
but I find myself 
dreaming of your face
and missing your
draconian mindset.

I thought I could forget,
how stupid of me.
I've been in shock for sixty days,
tricking myself into
euphoria, but it's just
how it always has been;
I end up crumbling 
at the thought of you,
no longer mine.