What a joke it is
That months and years
Can be so rapidly sheared
By too many damned words

How funny it is
That despite so many talks
My heart was never your landmark
And you left me, out cold to freeze

How comic it is
That you don't even realise
Not facing & rectifying your mistakes
Made reasons and whys, but fake

How dumb it is
That I thought you would never
Play me ever
But you did bring me to my knees

How unfair it is
That I will never hear her
Her stories & her sleepy purr
Stockholmed me at ease

How easy it is
Cutting me out
Sick and exiled out
With the keychain & memoirs

How lucky it is
That we never took any vows
For you would have broken them already
In health ready, but in sickness gone baby!

So that's how it is,
Therapy and burning energy
Sedates me to sleep
So I cannot weep

Yet...
Despite the shove
Only love
No regret