Two weeks ago, 
out of the blue, you declared that, "We could still be 
friends," 
And that we'd, "Never actually gotten back together anyway," after the most recent 
break up, (they've been happening so much more frequently lately).
Silly me, 
I should've known better, than to un-steel my heart, 
after the last 
time. 
(And the time before that). I should have pulled away from your kindness 
and 
your gentle touch. But just like before, I fell back in. Again. distracted 
Then last night,  
it was I who was 
mean
joking about something dear to you. Was I trying to hurt you? I apologized 
too late. 
I am tired. Too tired. It is time to get off of this beautiful, magical
ride.

October 11, 2020