VESTIGES

The wind blows through my hair,
and my eyes drift across the trees.
These are the vestiges of Katie;
her fingers running through my hair.
Suddenly, my throat goes tight,
and bitterness consumes me.
Why can't you stop loving her?
I have broken too many other womens' hearts
on the back of our love.
The woman I loved is gone,
and a different Katie exists now,
but my heart still won't let me love another,
even if it does not love her now.