Changed

Changed There once was a man.  A man who loved me.  He left for a time.  When he returned.  He was not the same.  I had feared this would happen.  He said not  to worry.  I tried not to worry.  I ended up being right about worrying.  He said he went for us.  To save us.  We were fine in my mind.  I guess in his mind we were messed up.  I tried being perfect when he returned.  I couldn't help but show my disappointment.  In the end we left each other.  We never talked again.  I haven't heard from him since.  Yesterday I was walking the streets and saw him.  He had a beautiful wife and a daughter.  She called for her.  Piper was her name.  That was our dream.  They had rings.  They look so happy something I haven't been since we split.  He saw me standing there with tears running down my face.  He looked happy and sad about seeing me.  In the end I just left and went to a better place.  Somewhere I could look over him.  I was finally happy up there.  The moral to this poem is don't go or change if she pleads you not too.