His Failure, Her Triumph

Lighting his cigarette, he covered his coffee as the workers in front of us put things together.
He explained to her the ways of the world as I wrote down that moment of our life.
There was something about him that I was never able to move past.
Looking at the two of them sitting side by side, I know why I couldn't let go even if it was for the best.
He made her so happy once in so many ways.
There were moments when they giggled together that touched my heart.
There were moments before he decided he didn't love her enough when he did,
Moments that gave me hope that he wasn't the failure I always knew he was.
Lighting my cigarette, I think about those moments and think about now.
I see the way the man who does not share her blood looks at her.
There is something about him that I will never let go of.