At no surprise to me, you never admitted fault,
Believing that I was far too generous in my
Certainty of us, of you, of this thing of ours, to notice.
Dear, you underestimated me.
Everything was so clear, so plain,
From the beginning.
Going forth, though, I was a bit aware that
Honesty wasn’t your strongest suit, yes, but
I was in that particular place, where
Judging you was not as important as
Keeping you, which I so
Longed to do.
My priorities have shifted, however,
Necessitating this little conversation.
Of course, you will dismiss me—
Putting me down, as you like to do;
Questioning my values, my intelligence, my will;
Reasoning that I have returned to my old ways;
So sure that
Tomorrow will bring changed minds and
Unabashed declarations of a resurgent love.
Vows are vows, you will say,
We have to stay together. But I will still ask you to leave,
Yearning for but knowing that we will never reach the
Zenith of us, of you, of this thing of ours.