No, I really do not want to talk about it.
Forget I said anything.
It’s not important.
The number of poems and songs
I’ve written about your girlfriend
is irrelevant.
So are the stories and drawings
and photos and films.
Also, the messages I left for her,
the letters and texts and emails
– and the classes I’ve started to take.
It doesn’t matter.

I may have had a little crush
– a slight flirtation –
with your girl, but
I’m over it.
I haven’t ordered a gift for her
in the last forty minutes
which – not that I’m counting –
might be a new record.

My feelings
for your lady
may once have been been
but I know she’s with you
and I would never challenge you
not even for one so fair and fine
as Madeline.

Trust me
Just as I trust you
with the finest treasure known to me.
I will stay out of your way
until she changes her mind.