You loved me
a lot less than I loved you
which was painful to accept
in the moment
but easier
as time passed.

It was a horse pill
I could barely swallow
but maybe I’ve more used
to bigger
less palatable nuggets.
Maybe other things
have been been slid down my throat
since then
and I now can take in
that knowledge
and accept it
as the way of things.

And maybe it wasn’t so bad,
Maybe
the fact that my heart
was more open
shows that I had more capacity
greater absorption.
Maybe I was more observant
to be able to find the good in you
– the glory of you –
in a way
you could never reciprocate.

Maybe it’s because I sucked.

But I’m better now
and I appreciate more
and I can see
how only a fool
would run from his love
because it was disproportionate.
I should have loved you more
with the realization
instead of less
and I should have stayed
until you told me to go.

I was wrong
to have got gone
and I’m sorry for what I did
and though I’m disappointed,
I’m not surprised
to see how well you took it