Bygones (23 of 365)

Welcome to day 23 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day is abjure meaning to "formally reject or disavow a formerly held belief"

Bygones

I used to believe in you and I

Our romance written upon clouds

You had the fond habit of chasing

Me to heart palpitations 

I recoil now to thing of the stress

You were a daily devotion and religion to me

How I abjure you now 

Still I wish you well

I wish you calm

Though I doubt you wish it upon yourself, all the worlds a stage

To you then and still

I pity you, but that would involve 

Consideration, which imparts care

I'm content now as a rabbit 

With a cabbage

I wish you well meddler 

In my life, I suppose all

Of this would not be possible 

If not for your cloying 

Suffocating love 

my surrogate Of suffering 

Let bygones be gone.