Letting Go

A poem I wrote quite a few years ago.

Sometimes though it's hard to admit it
You have to concede that it's true
The lover you thought that you wanted
Is not the right person for you
You've lied to yourself for a while now
Pretending it's love that you feel
But it was only wishful thinking
A searching for love that's real
You finally know that it's over
That you only thought it was true
And forever you sit and wonder
If they ever really loved you
You wipe the last tear from your red eyes
You remember with fondness the fling
Then you pick yourself up and go on
Knowing though brief, 'twas a wonderful thing