"I said I didn't love you, I said I didn't want you, but continued to act normal, to extend common courtesies, even-- in moments of weakness-- a certain kindness.
"The treatment failed. Your sickness lingers. Now you must feel the cold truth of my not loving you."
The speaker in this poem is not me; it's a woman I was in love with. Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_084_feel.MP3 .