That didn’t work – the guy’s a jerk – there’s too
much murk in him for him to take a chance
with clarity, with grace. I sent a true
account of me – he traded cheat romance
for it. Ash Wednesday ground us down to dust,
coincidentally – I now believe
he met attempts at openness and trust
with unsupported plans to co-deceive.

I say goodbye to one I never knew
but he will lose the person I portrayed,
for I revealed and he concealed. A few
e-moments in my life must now be paid,
adjusting to the loss of fantasy.
But poor pathetic he must give up me.