By no means do I think of you any longer.

Not at all.

Usually,

when your name comes up,

it is within the context of a jest.

A tale about past romantic failures,

the lists of inadequacies

astonishing.

Stopping to truly give it thought,

any reason to ever speak of you

is done in passing.

A link to a very good lesson learned:

to not trust sweet, lying words.

Lately though,

dwelling on

le chagrin du moment,

a solitary thought of you had occurred.

Perhaps

because for months and months

I thought of nothing but him

until I could bear it no longer,

as respite

I may have pulled you

out of random memories.

Maybe

I still care enough

to find reasons not to lay even

a bit of blame on him

yet still feel the intense need to lay

the guilt and anger elsewhere--

the more "worthy" the candidate, the better.

You fit the bill to a T.