I've done my mourning
for the man I thought you were.
I guess I wasn't mistaken,
I heard you've been that man for her.

Let me be in peace now,
let your judgment hang not about my head.
Remember then whose hand it was
that snapped the final thread.

I was never yours to begin with, and so you can't hate me for denying what you yourself would not give, had I asked, and not you.