I still have a bitter taste in my mouth

Oh,
how bitter time makes us.

I have reflected and reviewed
each moment
every second
between us.

I used to feel sad.
Guilt like a weighted blanket.

Now I am mad.
Enraged.

I think about
how you didn't even see me.
My words wasted
on a greedy mind.

Oh, how I crave for you to know,
how you have cursed me.

Yet I doubt you have
even thought
about me
since I left.

It's too late now.
And I still worry.

What if you have grown?
What if you have changed,
and I'm still stuck on how you were
all those years ago.

Oh, how much I hate you.
Yet, I don't want to hurt you.

I hope you have
examined each moment
carefully
as I have.

I hope you have
become better.