literally,
you almost cry,
"he was mine,
he was mine."

 and now it's gone and done,
but I cannot let matters lie.
his memory creeps up to me,
it slinks into my mind
and sometimes I fear I'll forever remember
and forever is too long a time.

 I look, I peek
I see his life
and I see mine,
not intertwined.
always haunted, passing
the places we have dined.

 I never understood him
but I was captivated
though I can't say what it was.
a man
a man
"goodbye,
dear sir,"
so much easier said than done.