"How The First Counts"

By no means do I think of you any longer.

Not at all.

Usually,
when your name comes up,
it is within the context of a jest.
A tale about past romantic failures,
the lists of inadequacies
astonishing.
Stopping to truly give it thought,
any reason to ever speak of you
is done in passing.
A link to a very good lesson learned:
to not trust sweet, lying words.
Lately though,
dwelling on
le chagrin du moment,
a solitary thought of you had occurred.
Perhaps
because for months and months
I thought of nothing but him
until I could bear it no longer,
as respite
I may have pulled you
out of random memories.
Maybe
I still care enough
to find reasons not to lay even
a bit of blame on him
yet still feel the intense need to lay
the guilt and anger elsewhere--
the more "worthy" the candidate, the better.

You fit the bill to a T.