A Song full of Memories

A Middle Aged man is sat at his kitchen table sifting through household bills for his accountant. In the background is a soft murmur of the radio. A melody breaks through the speaker and dances in the air to his rested ear. With the sound comes a flooding of memories. Memories of a woman he was never able to control and in turn broke his heart...

That song,
it meant something to me once,
Something more then it did now,
But it's hardened lyrics still reminisce in my brain,
And still manages to remind me of the pain,
The pain my new wife was able to take away.
But it still hurts...
Like a knife to the heart,
My body bleeds,
And my mind plays games and makes me think...
If I could restart?
I would.
That's the definition of a 'clouded judgement',
Memories tinted pink,
With the sound of your laughter and the scent of your neck,
Makes my tongue remember the fine tastes of our relationship,
I Misdiagnosed it's real spec.
Because... you're gone,  
Inside you've left a hole,
Sown together by my wife's hands,
Who have nurtured it carefully,
Building the bridges and fixing the pieces,
So I can love tastefully.
So I can raise a family,
With a woman much unlike yourself,
A woman who can love me back,
And fill the cracks,
That your war path of wretched lust left behind.

I turn the radio off,
That song?
With it's destined lyrics that remind me of a day when we bathed in the sun,
Stayed out too long,
Where the romance begun,
And our bodies swung,
Is wrong.

My heart throbbed,
[font=Times New Roman]So wrong.