No Longer Mine

Having a first name
relationship with regret
we sat together front row
to watch the breaking of my heart.
I cried to the wind
to touch her ear,
but she belongs
with someone else;
now she belongs
to someone else,
where she once belonged
to my kiss.
But love is short
and oblivion so long,
and I loved her
and once she loved me, too.
It matters no longer
that my love couldn't keep her,
the rain's chill reminding
she is not with me.