His Hand Around Her Waist

I was walking through the park last night,
With bad memories to erase;
When I saw him there in the sheer moonlight,
With his hand around her waist.

I knew I shouldn't have stopped and stared,
I knew I should have turned my face;
But it was so warmly placed right there,
Curled nicely around her waist.

Then I started to remember all the times
He had set my soul ablaze,
With the same sweet motion, every time
His hand wrapped around my waist.

Then I wondered if he had felt it too
Every time my skin he'd grazed;
But he never did and will never do,
For his hand is around her waist.

Now I sit in my room, just wondering why
I was caught up in him for days,
Now she'd have to live with all his lies,
While his hand is around her waist.