You’re not the right girl for me.
I realized that
right after the kneeling
when you said yes
and cried
and said you were so happy
and ecstatically cried
that we’d be together
til one of us died.

That mention of mortality
and the years left
and what would be done with them
got me thinking
and reeling
and the walls rose
as I collapsed
and though I said it was the joy
that left me weightless
and losing my legs,
in fact it was something else.

You’re not the girl for me.
You’re not the one.
You’re not the future I anticipated
the girl I’m been waiting for
the friend and boon companion
that will see me through all that’s left.

You and I
may have a year left in us
if you’re still willing to talk to me
after rescinding the ring
but I foresee little more in us.

It’s so clear now
and I’m sorry
it took me so long
to realize we were so wrong
for each other.

You know I’m right.
Or
you will
in the final analysis
when you look back on these silly times.

So
if you could return my ring
and maybe the keys to our apartment
we can let the healing begin.