Two Years Poem by Jess Terry

Dear former love,
I know what we shared was fleeting,
in the grand scheme of things,
two years of dedication,
is nothing more than a drop in the pond,
but do you regret the way it was?

I know we have moved on,
and both found happiness elsewhere,
two years of practice,
to prepare for our next great love,
but do you you ever think back to us?

I know that some things should just stay broken,
and whats gone is gone,
two years of love,
so carelessly forgotten,
but do you wonder what might of been?

Because I do.