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May 2021
It was so long ago
Six years can come and go
I wonder if I can still say,
“Hate to say I told you so.”

Now I’ve fallen so low
I wonder if it still applies
How evil you were in my eyes...
The wickedness of your lies...

You had made promises, but they weren’t kept
Yet you maintained all your self-respect
When forgave all the wrong you had done
You never offered any real apology
You replied instead,
“Girls just want to have fun.”

...Shallow you were
...Shameless you remain
And I can't live my life that way
This aged memory
Serves to remind me
That people we really love
Should not be enjoyed selfishly
You didn't comfort me during my sorrows
Didn't help keep our relationship stable
Like a sponge, you laid passively
Absorbing the good I offered selflessly
Others may squeeze to get something from you
But that is just something I cannot do.

You chose to live a loveless life
How could you have made a good wife?
But a life of holding yourself dear
Is the kind which I must always fear
This poem was written in 2011, and is based on events about 6 years before that. Read the first 4 lines (not to mention the title) and you'll see quickly what it's about. I've made a few edits over the years, including lengthening it. Today, I made a few smaller edits and removed a couple of lines. It's not perfect, but it may be the best I can do. Suggestions are welcome.
John M Bertao
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