*Ode to an acyl group's passing*

I was bored, with you: we were joined with two planks at the hip.
You could not let me go: you yourself, of course, were frisky,
But I, really, I had no-one.
I thought I didn't have you.
So when HE came along, with his other-nature,
His enchanting negativity, which drew me to him,
I strayed.
I let go of you, with one hand, no longer held you tight,
I joined with him.

Then, as soon as I had loosed my grip,
I realized what I had done.
I wanted you!
I needed you.
Now, though, you too held a negative pall.
But not for long.
You found, anew, a positive spin.
A new beginning.

We are still, in truth, connected, but not by much more.
What was special is gone.

I turn to drink.