But Still

December 23, 2010
I see his hair
Every day
On other men,
But still.

Just a glance
I think it’s him
I know it’s not,
But still.

I stiffen up
I bare my teeth
I know it’s rude,
But still.

My hackles up
Focused on
The man he’s not,
But still.

I see his eyes
That evil smile
I know he’s gone,
But still.

I could forget
All that he’s done
The pain he’s caused,
But still

I recollect
The tears she shed
He can’t be good,
But still.

I think of him
Most every day
I hate him most,
But still.

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