More Fool Me (Poetry)

When I recall how crushed he was
I can’t escape his voice
it echoes round my head because
my leaving proved poor choice

He was the better love by far
his passion roused my own
and yet I followed a rogue star
unworthy to the bone

Oh more fool me! — Some wiser heart
lies warm beneath his smile
four decades now we’ve lived apart
I’ve missed him all this while

I doubt he gives a passing thought
it’s much too long ago
I was a summer cold he caught
there’s no scar left to show