Perhaps

I walked in silence,
Though not in peace.
Past the stairs where you first
Held her, your heart-beat irregular,
Without the control I always knew.

I looked with vacant eyes,
At the angular archway,
Where you must have exchanged
Breathless laughter, your eyes lit
By a flame I never saw.

I listened to the whispering
Memories, as I trod on your space.
I knew so well, I intruded
On something sacred, something
Not intended for me.

But you see, I couldn’t help myself.
I had to feel the past, for which
You exchanged me. The dream
Which was more real to you than
Anything I had to offer.

Do I understand it all now?
Do I understand the colourful
Vacuum you were? Do I forgive
You for desperately trying
To mimic the irreplaceable?
Perhaps.