The Fights Forgotten (Poetry)

The truth of it is
time has given me
enough of a gap
to fondly look back
and believe in you

Small annoyances
those petty nit-picks
lost in the glow of
sweet reminiscence
your faults all ironed out

And there you’re basking
in near-perfection
so I tell myself
over and over
I made a wrong choice

But did I really?
I try to recall
the reason I left
I know there were fights
yet where are the scars?

My heart remembers
moments of closeness
warmth and tenderness
I can’t unlove you
despite wanting to