Currently untitled poem... Can you think of a good title?

You said you remembered me,
And knew what we could be,
But what you didn't say,
Was at the end of the day,
Nothing I could ever do,
Was ever good enough for you.
I couldn't see,
What you were doing to me,
I thought I was to blame,
That I should feel the shame,
But now I look back,
And I see all you lack,
Because the fog that made me blind,
Is far out of my mind,
Now I'm done with the strife,
Because I've moved on with my life.