Act III

I used to believe
you were too selfish
to let me depart
so you said, in our final act

I liked that about you
Your steely blue eyes
And your fire retardant armor
Was there ever an argument
I could win?

Perhaps I just miss the attention
Or the surprise conversation
I see now…
I was never part of your fo(u)r
Five/fifteen year/ ever* plan

Maybe you cut your losses
& you added to mine for
Spite

(and I’ll always say it was for the best)

–LM