There has come a time of sanity
where guilt is no longer any question of me.
Is it a hard or tough or rough
Or am I simply saying: “Quite enough …”?
I think, in truth, the latter my dears.
And even when you decide
to ignore my
self, I leave her
not because of you
but, precisely, because of me – that’s true!
And though the thought, so wonderful real,
makes me think of you
day and night, all the time, in sleep and rhyme,
I must accept
your desire to repel me; I must accept your disdain
for my being.
For I am seeing a future
whether you want to be in it
or no …