Five years divorced. I barely think about you...

Five years divorced. I barely think about you now. Barely remember the pain. I'm remarried. Happy. Building a new life. A better life. But sometimes. In quiet moments. I wonder. I remember. I mourn. Not for you. For the version of us that could have been. If we'd fought harder. But that's just fantasy. We are who we were. And that wasn't enough.