There is a lesson in this we both can see,
Though one of us might have to squint harder
Than the other. No, it’s not you
Necessarily. But you did miss something,
And it’s something you’ve missed before.
Think. My heart was already soft when you
Stepped all over it with love. The poems,
The crying, the cutesy names. Of course
You couldn’t say the same. It was always me
And only me that idealized anything.
Look at the title, and, God, I swear
(learn from your mistakes) if you do this again,
In no way will it be fair.