  Now, knowing he shares with another What once he gave to me, To my heart, It is a slow death, A choking death. I can see him now Looking into her unknown face, Touching her as he once touched me, Holding her in his arms Pressing with tender lips, Gently probing with sensitive tongue. I can see all of this, Knowing how much more it hurts, Knowing that he could turn from my arms Into those of another In the breadth of a heartbeat, Our grave yet warm to the touch.
I knew he never loved me, Yet for the sake of friendship, I would that I had mattered more, Mattered at all, So that the passing of my life through his Might cause him to pause As he reaches to stroke her hair (As he did mine) And think of me…. And know what he's done. And for an instant, Just an instant, Know what he has lost, feel what he has lost, By loosing me. 
