My love for you may seem
Conditional

But my rage and deep despair seem
Endless

Your actions, your choices, your words
Push me to the point of irrational cynic

I cannot face you
I cannot look at you
Only to pour through memories of my childhood
Now tainted

And yet I still feel
I must succumb
Must yield my pain
To save your pride

Today
Your 60th birthday
I cannot wish you well
Not yet
I'm not to that stage
Forgiving

I cannot, through gritted teeth
Say 'happy birthday'

I do not wish for your happiness
Because your quest for happiness
Drove you to infidelity

And I didn't wish for that