(Untitled) Sequel to "Dear Friend"

I saw you the other night—dressed up, hair neat,
Walking down the street with local brews in hand, a beautiful girl by your side.
An unmistakable date night.
Don’t worry, you didn’t blow it.
She didn’t even notice the ounce of hesitation
In your story’s presentation as your eyes met with mine.
I lifted my chin, reinvigorated my stride,
Absolutely no hesitation this time.
In the past you may have shaken my pride,
But it's here with me now, healed and fortified.
The distant pain of your touch fading into scars, carefully hidden.
The only thing outlasting the pain is your failed recognition,
Of what you did and what you are—
Unforgiven.