Benevolent, redeeming, defending
Angel, Guardian, Demon, Ghoul
Shattering, demolishing, failing
As I cleared away my other page
Something became very clear to me:
I was wrong – in many ways – and yet
Right in many others…
You did want to say goodbye –
You didn’t expect what happened –
Didn’t know how to stop the snowball
Once it took on a life of its own –
But then, neither did I.
Once, many years ago
I told my ex-husband that our
Letters were like..
Like a romance novel we were writing,
Neither of us expecting
Anything to really happen.
Guess I am guilty of not
Believing my own press, huh?
Of believing our words over the years
Were the only real truth.
See, I wanted to believe
No, I needed to believe – in you –
In us – in something… good
And you were it.
Always I have imbued you with
Every noble quality of every hero
I’ve ever admired – no one compared to you.
No one could – not even you, I suppose.
Poor Michael, trapped on both sides.
Not happy there, but not willing
To try something new and unsure.
And stupid, bossy me,
Trying to pull you along willy-nilly.
I am so embarrassed.
You were right when you said
I have been taught to doubt
That the best of anyone could be directed at me…
So when it seemed it was real,
When you convinced me that
Your best was directed at me….
Well, I didn’t want to let go.
I couldn’t bear to let go of my hero
My knight in shining armor
Protecting me from the world
As no one ever had done.
But you’re right.
You can’t protect me,
Don’t even know how to protect yourself –
Well, you’re not that bad at that, actually.
You’ve done a good job of it so far…
Except for those few moments with me.
I apologize to you, Michael.
When you said you were dying
I simply should have said
I’ve always loved you and good-bye.
Never should I have involved you in
The eternal insanity that is my
Love for you. My obsession, maybe.
I am ashamed of myself for pulling
On you so hard; for wanting so much
What you so obviously did not – no matter
How convincing you were.
I am embarrassed beyond belief
To be the butt of your family’s jokes – yet
That psychic told me many years ago
That this was my last time around –
Unless I really fucked up again, I had
Learned all my lessons.
I hope she was right. I am tired.
I am sorry I loved you so much.
Sorry that I believed what I wanted to –
That you felt compelled to play along
With my script out of some sense of
What you owed me. How horrible is that?
(Funny aside, each time I try to type the word
“How”, I type “Hoe” – Freudian slip, you think?)
My only excuse is that I truly believed
You felt the same way about me.
And those moments were precious to me –
But now, and I suppose it’s mainly vanity –
Now I cringe when I think of them
Because you were only humoring me.
Almost like I was the one dying and you
Were granting me my last wish.
I am tired of whining about this.
The world is tired of hearing it.
You most of all, I am sure.
Well, it’s a new year
And maybe I can find something
New about which to write.
I hope so.
Again, please accept
My most sincere apologies.
All those times I told you that you
Weren’t in love with me,
You were in love with the “idea” of me —
I was right.
And to answer the question you often asked me,
Yes, I hate it that I am always right, wish I had been wrong –
At least this time.