My last poem

It has ended at last without a fight,
Our future together is out of sight.
Out of reach, out of time.
I'm no longer yours,
You're no longer mine.

It's you and her, no longer us.
Was it love or was it lust?
It's him and I, I wonder why.
Why couldn't we just try.
One more time.

But now I see.
You're meant for her.
He's meant for me

I think it's time I let you go,
But then again I just don't know.

You gave me good times and so much fun.
You wanted a child, I gave you one.

You were my heart, you were my soul.
But now towards you, I've turned so cold.

So I shall blow a kiss and say goodnight.
For this is the last poem I will ever write.