You’re right.
I was wrong.
I was rude.
I was self-righteous.
I was cruel.
I was uncaring about what you wanted
and expressed evil intentions
far too frequently
for anyone’s comfort.

I was a dick
early and often.
All the things
all the examples
all the times
you told me that I was disrespectful,
you were dead on
and I was dead wrong.
You were right.

I’m sorry for how I behaved
and the myriad ways I was.
I have done you great disservice
and I owe you all the apologies.
I owe you a thousand years of better treatment
but instead
I will give you a single instant.

I’m leaving you.
You’ve been right about how I’ve been
and as soon as I’m gone
it will get better immediately.
I treat you disrespectfully
because it seems
I don’t respect you
and after all this time
it may be I don’t know how.
You shouldn’t be with someone so awful
so let me remove this cancer
and get out of your way.

I’m sorry
that it’s taken so long
to come to this critical conclusion.
You deserve better
– you always did.
I feel lousy
that I couldn’t be kind enough
to have provided it
until seeing this final solution.