I’ve decided to welcome another poem
Into my poem, something I never do.
My poems are unified and self-contained,
But for once, let me invite you,
Who hate me. More than once, you blamed
Me for ruining your life.
We were almost husband and wife.
I never knew which you hated more:
The coming close to marrying you,
Or the not marrying you.
But this poem has said enough,
Now it’s time for—no? You don’t wish to speak?
You’re shy. You don’t write poetry.
I didn’t think this would work. You’re aware
This is my poem, and this poem, its only care.